Today we cancelled all internet services from our house. To go in the cloud (e-mail, Facebook, cloud) we have to walk to the Library or Community Center.
Had a vivid dream last night. I was very happy to be working as a job site supervisor. For awhile I was working with a kindergarten teacher who was using an obsolete computer program. After talking for awhile over coffee (mine had a half inch of sand at the bottom of the cup) I agreed to work on a solution during my free time so the authorities would not see that the teacher was being helped.
The next seen had me out in a parking lot. Large trucks, medium sized trucks, small trucks, cars, carts, wheel barrows, and people holding boxes were lined up, waiting to be processed.
They all had collections of excuses, complaints and requests for deferrals. Some were on colored paper. Written notes, typed notes, and old newspaper articles were all spread out over large tables. Once in a while the processers would glance up at the supervisor (me) and give a knowing glance as they filed the complaints. We would roll our eyes knowingly as the more experienced processors quickly filed the statements on similar stacks.
Interesting session last night. I rarely react to the political scene. Last night I finally did; liking this, liking that, liking the other things. Most of the likes were in controversial areas.
Now this morning they are gone without a trace. I can’t help but think that social media reactions are monitored by the hyper-government to keep business as usual.
The old me would have built a pithy argument about how “dumb” FB is and write a post-ultimatum farewell address, threatening never to be seen again.
Now my thinking is that I could get a head start by ignoring FB and moving on.
I have been claiming to be a writer for exactly a year without writing a full paragraph (except for a brief writer’s club assignment).
For years I have suggested that God is so big, so capable that he allows each of us to create our own universe to behold. Because our friends and family affect our actions, they share a lot of our created space.
Here are links to lessons on copy and paste:
Today I gathered together drafting supplies that have accumulated over the years, most of them many years ago. Several lead holders (one once belonged to my supervisor), paper cleaning powder and pad, long leads of different hardness, compasses and dividers (most missing parts) and a variety of sharpeners are all going to the landfill.
All this equipment is obsolete. I have moved them around over 40 years, putting value on them based on the symbolic representation of work performed.
I wanted to save a few things while filling a garbage bag.
but they’re all gone now.