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shopping for dumb

The big screen we inherited from the squatters died. Though I have not watched television in 35-40 years, there are several things we do use that big screen in my studio for. That finds me shopping for a replacement. So far I believe I have avoided inviting any “smart” technology into my world. I did not want to start now. The term “smart” originally comes from the acronym “Self-Monitoring, Analysis and Reporting Technology”. Average people think they are smart for adopting the technology. The advantages of being able to tell or ask your smart tools anything is among their little pleasures in life. I am in the other camp that asks, “reporting to who?” The police state knows more than […]

neighborhoods good and bad

The old man was working his garden by the road when a young couple drove up. They allowed as they were relocating and considering his area for their new home. But they wanted to know what the people in this area were like. How were they where you came from, he asked. Selfish, mean-spirited, unfriendly and unkind they replied. They are like that here too. Later that week the scenario was repeated with another couple. The people where they lived were wonderful, caring, sharing, helpful and friendly. To them he replied, They are just like that here. This evening once again the subject came up of the squatters who spent a year living off our generosity only to leave in […]

trying to be like a duck

My hands so very tired … I must reduce my demands on them. I continue to be grateful for the most useful one semester class Sonoma State University sold to me: “Stress Management”. In times like these I often benefit greatly from laying flat on my back, telling tense body parts to “let go”, and getting my mind into the zone. “Why?”, you might ask. Our rental became our future home a couple months ago. Our stable lives got real busy. I canceled my ham licensing study group and the trombone lessons I was giving. Those commitments, I had to admit to myself, were just too much. The abandoned, unlicensed pair of non-functioning cars and dilapidated trailer are out of […]

in recovery

Maybe. We spent the last month cleaning up after renters squatters. We have chosen to move from our lovely cabin on the river to the expansive homestead they vacated. We are coming down home stretch on that phase. Though a lot of stuff still needs to be cleared out, there is starting to be room for our household. We have construction contractors well along in some changes to better suit the homestead to us. It is still a construction zone, and will be for a while. Yet moving in there and out of here has begun with trickles. Yesterday I got the phone moved and Internet up… a smokin’-fast, unlimited-data cable connection after years of metered, intermittently-good, satellite. Meanwhile, my […]