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Odds and Ends No. 39

I was hoping for a haiku today, but my life and
the chaos whirling around me is bigger than a
haiku. The forecast for today was strong winds

and clouds of electronic chaos dissipating in
the late afternoon. She wanted Office back.
After getting her set up, I realized I wanted to

stay in my peaceful Linux world. I didn’t need
any more electronic chaos on the pile. Oddly,
my hand cramped while writing in my journal.

(Was that a sign?)

I tightened the screws on my bullet journal;
but when I looked at it, it didn’t look the same.
It may well have belonged to the Mad Hatter.

Not me. My brain couldn’t follow it. I gave in
to my electronic side and revisited Nozbe. I’m
there today. I wrote about my dilemma in my

journal. It looked more like something Poe
would write. I needed the chaos to come out
of my pen onto the paper. That is when I

thought about Nozbe again. Expensive? Yes.
I needed to come out of the storm into the
calm and float in electronic peace again.

(I need to type! Be right back. I want to see
what it feels like to type in my journal instead
of writing by hand. I love my pens but my

brain is moving faster than my pen can move.
I need to type.) Why is typing for me so
therapeutic? I feel better already. It felt good

to blister the keys and ramble on. Much like
I’m doing here. They texted her when they
landed. This time they landed in Mesa

instead of Phoenix. Add to that a stop for
an In-N-Out burger; they won’t get here for
another hour or so. Not quite dinner time

our time; after dinner time their time. They
left around three; got here around four, so
with the time change, they are starving.

Too many components. Too many places
to track data in the bullet journal for me.
Yes, I can make it the way I want, but

the computer geek in me doesn’t think
that way. I need to give it a rest for a few
days while my brain clears and this cold

goes away for good. Tonight is the last
night of my ten-day antibiotic run. My
throat is still sore; I hope I’ll wake up

Saturday with nothing. I still have to
use an inhaler for a few months. I hope
my body gets the message: No more

illness. My feet haven’t swelled for a
few weeks. A little pain, but no swelling.
Walking Thunderbird is in my future!

(Yes, another sign!)

I think I’m pulling out of being brain
weary. I feel like I’ve been in a fog far
too long. Could it be my breakfast?

Friday is Wally day. I made Gevalia.
That coffee is so good. Oddly, I have
had Cheerios (1 cup) for breakfast

every day for about two weeks. With
canned peaches. I love canned peaches.
A leftover memory from my Army

C-ration days. I put the 2% milk in
at the last moment before I sit down.
Soggy cereal is not an option.

Dinner is still up in the air. We’ll wait
until the kids get here then go from
there. There are good things ahead.

I’m already looking forward to coffee
tomorrow morning. I’m more relaxed.
Writing does that. I’m thankful for

what life brings today. And tomorrow.
And for the little things like openSUSE
Tumbleweed and Nozbe. All is well.

Categories: Poetry

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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