Just a little more than usual
Candy is not often part of the diet anymore, but if there’s any dark chocolate around, I’d enjoy a piece of that. On occasion, Aldi will carry a package of delights that look like dark chocolate Pringles with Rice Krispie-like crunchy bits mixed in. So good.
Sweet Tarts are a distant second.
Funny you should ask.
Yes, from winter. We’ve actually had one this time around, and it’s getting old. Especially the wind, which just adds insult to injury, rubs salt in the wound. Fifty years ago, I would have made lemonade, but not anymore.
I’m thankful for electricity and a warm place out of the elements. And for diamond art, my new vice.
I asked one of the AI bots about consequential inventions since 1954, and its first response had technological innovations at the top of the list– the more widespread use of transistors, integrated circuits, and the laser were the top 3, in order.
I then asked where the polio vaccine fit, and it placed third in a revised list, behind the transistor and IC. The polio vaccine was the first thing to come to mind, though I realize it was the nature of my first question that left it out entirely in the first list generated.
In one sense, transistors and integrated circuits deserve their place at the top of a list of important inventions, but the polio vaccine, to me, is in a class by itself.
Get up at 5, pour myself some cold brew, come downstairs and write a boffo blog post that receives 100 likes, make breakfast, clean up, get a workout in at the Y, come home and take a shower, get dressed, and then engage in some fruitful, satisfying woodturning project that will provide a bit of income. There would be time, if conditions are good, for a walk with my wife, maybe a serendipitous encounter with an eagle or something that makes me glad that, for once, I decided to take my camera with me. We’d top off the day with supper out at a go-to local eating establishment, then come home and settle in with a bowl of popcorn and the latest episode of a favorite TV show. Bed by 10, if not before.
Certain realities dawn– that if altruism and caring are “woke,” then so be it; that self-improvement, like so much else, has become cliché and marketable, yolo…; that there is often a price to be paid for standing up to injustice, that there will always be room for gratitude and humility, that our earthly existence is relatively short and no one has an endless amount of time in which to grow wiser, or to stay still long enough to listen, or travel and educate oneself or otherwise experience this amazing life– amazing if you’re lucky enough to be born into a stable, nurturing family and given opportunities to blossom and grow along the way.
And since it is difficult to ignore the elephant in the room, I will offer that the human species is slow to evolve beyond tribalism and pecking orders and privilege and a drive for self-preservation and dominance. It seems there will be, for the foreseeable future, a relative handful of lazy, fearful, cold-hearted monsters drunk on power, who take a dim view of humanity, who keep a foot on the throat of self-determination, who utilize their own brokenness as fuel, who think it’s their way or the highway and think nothing of invoking the name of God and inflicting immense pain and suffering in the name of some cockamamie “vision” or because they have a death grip on the past.
I’ve grown skeptical of how God fits into all this.
It would have to be going through boxes of things that have traveled with us in our moves, are taking up space, and really need to be gone through. This includes pictures and slides that should be archived somehow– saved in a photo album or digital format– along with souvenirs, journals, etc.
It is an undertaking easily ignored, put off, and otherwise disregarded. I can think of a hundred other things I’d rather be doing.
I cook breakfast most mornings, alternating between some form of eggs with avocado toast and sometimes homemade sausage gravy, and a high-octane oatmeal with blueberries, an apple, cinnamon, banana, and some combination of seeds, mostly sunflower.
There’s only one recipe I have memorized, and that’s a chicken wild rice soup, with a bit of white wine added at the end to kick it up a notch in flavor. We like it because it tastes good and usually leaves leftovers we can use for a couple more meals.
We got it with some help from a program at the place I worked, sometime in 1990 or maybe early 1991. The system included a CRT monitor, which sat atop the small CPU, which sat on the desktop; a keyboard and mouse, and we sprung for a dot matrix printer. I can’t remember the basic specs– RAM and hard drive space, etc.– but they likely were measured in kilobytes. The monitor measured 10 inches diagonally, maybe a bit more, with an amber tint.
It was quite expensive, relative to what we can get today for 1/4 of the price, thus the reason for the financial help from the program at work. We should have held onto everything– might be worth something as an antique. It got us through 4 years of seminary and into 1996, I think, when we awaited the arrival of a big box decorated in a black and white cow motif.
The Trump administration, though mostly lament.
I could watch golf anytime, which might make some cringe and wonder how that could be possible. It’s relaxing, the scenery is often sublime, and the level of play is mindboggling. It makes a difference when you play the game yourself, because you begin to appreciate how good these folks are.
I enjoy watching a football match, whether it’s one of the world pro circuits or college or MLS here in the states, and I enjoy American football, though I’d never play it. There’s something about a big rivalry game in college football that’s exciting, a real event.
Hockey was big when I was in high school– we couldn’t wait to get home from school so we could head down to the pond and play until dark. It was also high on the must watch list, back in the days when Bobby Orr was lighting things up, but not so much anymore. And I’ll catch bits and pieces of a baseball game every now and then.
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