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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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We often think of life as moving in rather sharply-defined, straight directions. I thik this is an oversimplification born of how we recall memories at a later time. If asked to draw a map, most of us would not remember many subtle or even radical changes that take place in the route. We will first tend to think in straight lines, including only the most radical aberrations.
Memory also fails to account for changes on the ground.
Those who alter your path may not be out to get you, but perhaps just as bad, they simply don’t give a shit. Their indifference may be just as harmful to you on any given day.
Still, there are often signs about, placed there by those who’ve gone before. They give warnings of all kinds.
Sometimes the guidance you need is there, if you care to see it.
It sure would be nice to know in advance when your life is going to be turned upside-down, wouldn’t it?
A gentle nudge in the right direction would be nice every now and then.
Whenever possible, it’s nice to avoid having everything come to a complete halt.
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It’s been cold. Tonight instead of being in the mid 20’s, it’s in the 50’s and raining. But dead plants don’t get undead just because we’ve got a spring-like night here and there.
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It is too late to be getting to bed, but I am. I need to be doing … Duh, what else?, work.
This makes my toes cold.
I find it very hard to work when my feet are frozen.
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It is cold. 27 degrees at Islip MacArthur airport. It’s been getting frosty at night here and there. Not everything had succumbed as of this afternoon. The shasta daisies had endured.
What will be out there tomorrow?
This was perhaps not the best use of money. I’ve had it two weeks though, and I am still using it.
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It is autumn, and the dogs must now take care not to lose their Kongs in the leaves.
For their part, the leaves have begun to change color and fall in earnest.
Although the Yucca still blooms,
And the chrysanthemum now come into their own,
Soon the trees will be barren.
PS: Many thanks to Daniel for help with the on-the-fly thumbnailer toys.
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