And I’m still posting through scattered, ragged windows of connectivity prone to end at any moment, with no notice. I tell myself there’s nothing really wrong, it’s only Monsoon, I go through this every year but normally the modem works so reliably (if slowly at times) that when the gods give the atmosphere its annual stir it always seems as if something is going horribly wrong. And was it only last week that my laptop took a terrible hit and now has no sound, which severely truncates its usefulness in ways I hadn’t really anticipated. I’m still learning to live without that, but don’t really believe it has anything to do with this new brownout…
On top of my new health issues, in a body that never gave me any problems before, it’s as if somebody poured sand in my life’s gears. You really get to depending on these things, don’t you?
I think many of us independent types learn to be loners simply because most people don’t understand what we see in independence. With the coming of computers we have been able to connect with like minded people and they become our friends and community and we become dependent on the computer to deliver them to us every day. When we can’t visit with our computer friends, it’s back to being very lonely indeed….
that was the best cd ever
I drove through the place for the first time a couple of weeks ago.
Ladysmith, that is.
I didn’t want to, specifically, but my GPS was doing its damnedness to get me onto the most expensive toll roads. Managed, too. POS.
Grew up with the album. Great memories.
I have a neighbor who invited some guests to visit for the weekend. He wanted to give his friend directions to his house, but his friend said, no, he had this cool GPS in his truck that would take him right there, just give him the coordinates.
My neighbor tried to dissuade his friend from this folly, but to no avail. According to the story it took several hours before the poor guy finally gave up, and by then it was almost impossible to find him…