Spent a mostly uneventful weekend here at the house, Chinese food on Saturday, a little garlic chicken and some Show-Pow to tantalize and tease my taste buds. No big news to report … Elvis has left the building ……
This day starts off in its usual fashion, the computer is being a pain in the part of me that goes over the fence last … Some days are good and then on other days … Not so good. (actually sounds like a good Willie Nelson song to me.) MicroSoft I believe is a short euphuism for “Welcome to Information Processing Appliance Hell … Punch any key to get started” Really is frustrating at times.
THE FILE THAT YOU SAVED YESTERDAY. I DON’T REALLY KNOW WHERE I SAVED IT, BUT I KNOW WHAT I THINK I DID WITH IT, AND, WELL, I ASSUME IT IS STILL THERE …. WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO A SEARCH AT THIS TIME? …. My all time personal favorite … “HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN YOUR PASSWORD?”
The past couple of days, I have been spending a great deal of time on the Internet, trying to figure out a webpage setup. Last week was interesting to say the least. I have been thinking about Tennyson and some of those folks, visiting the website took me back some. This is what got me on this jag about forming a webpage, don’t ask me why. My life, which isn’t all that constrained or complicated, will definitely change if I should decide to be adventurous and establish some kind of website.
“If there is no struggle, then there is no progress.” Fredrick Douglas.
Perhaps I am developing the mental mindset of an “Old Tymer”(sp) and do not know it. Life has it seasons, it has it reasons, we are all but unwilling participants in The Grand Ride of A Lifetime. Such is life on the Great Plains. Near constant change and arthritic cold, with oodles of gloom in between, can take a toll on a guy. It almost has a tendency to warp the soul. So does being squeezed geographically, politically and culturally between these ever so fun Hillbillies in the north and Texans/Mexicans in the south, on a liminal border where one culture haphazardly blends with the other, twenty four hours per day.
I need a change of pace, a new locale, something to stimulate and at the same time amuse me. It might be time for me to move to some place and start a new life. The Gobi Desert strikes me as interesting, not a whole lot of traffic, don’t have to dress to stir and amaze. No Circuit City-Best Buy mail out circulars in the mailbox every other day. That might work.
Open up some little unadorned watering hole beside the trail, name it “Smitty’s”” or something catchy like that. Give it a nostalgic Doggy-Diner flair. Serve up some home-made distilled brew, with the consistency of Blue Velvet aftershave, perhaps a distinct odor of Pine Tar. Decorate the place with reindeer antlers and serve up warm Yak Milk for the non drinkers, those who do not care to imbibe.
So it goes ….. First your money and then your clothes …Presently it is 23* at the airport, which is really silly, because I don’t know anyone who lives at the airport! I wonder, it is hot in the Gobi? Let us hope so.
Elvis has left the building …
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