Anniversary of my blog, NOT! But I should take some time to say something, seems lots of people I like to read are falling in weight faster than I (good for them) or falling apart with poor habits or cancers or medical nonsense - no one knows which. I hold out that the best will pass on too soon, and others will hold on and get only better and I will never know which. Really, my mother is still in a nursing home and my sisters and former sister-in-law are sure she may never leave there. I am saddened by those that do pass on, before I got to know them better and they change my life, especially. One blogger I loved to read dropped off, she was great but had a life off of the internet to live, I pray that she is blest.
I find that I am still running out of time, when I was sixty I knew I had ten years, well, I only have nine years, nine months and so many fewer days, and I am sleeping through parts of them with those wonderful military dreams with the barracks with busted plumbing. The airborne operations, long unit runs and running off armored vehicle ramps are all cool but why the busted plumbing and wall lockers that are broken into? What a waste of my remaining time, sleeping and dreaming. But not my greatest waste, currently I am wandering the internet looking to see everyone's remarks, when I could be working out, working harder, learning more about fixing plumbing.
I was doing a journal type weekly letter for most of my computer life, and sending it to my family all over, and my two friends. Then I thought I should try blogging, since I seemed to have so much to say. The idea was that I wouldn't have to bother my family and those last two friends with emails that were too big and mostly me, yes, almost all I write about is the wonderful ME. So I stopped writing letters and my mother went into the hospital, nursing and rehab homes for her improvement, so I don't have someone that would bug me when I didn't write and the blogs prove that once in awhile I have done something and have something to say... even if it isn't on the Presidential Candidates' list of things to consider for their campaign (if they aren't reading my stuff, am I reading theirs? nope), the Chinese don't worry about my take on Tibet either. So what happened to my family and pair of friends, well they are fine, glad you asked. I don't know that they bookmarked my blogs or website and check back in, or if they are smart enough for feed everytime I post... I know I don't use all the tools when I wander the internet, if it becomes too complicated I avoid it.
I am still resisting tying myself to a cell phone (I don't like answering regular real telephones in my home, and only do it at work because it is on the list of things I am to do - the inmate workers can't answer the telephones). I don't feel alone without the telephone, but then I jog and don't listen to music as I go - because I can run songs through my mind between daydreams or profound thoughts that will fade with the miles, I once built stories to tell while I jogged, that worked well. I become convinced I should turn off the computer more also. I am not an expert, interesting nor noted -- just me and I will pass along with all the others in Global warming, the next Ice Age or while pretending to chase long legged redheads. So slow in this older age.