Another wonderful winter desert day here resting in Village of Oak Creek (VOC). Letting my body recover from what I imagine to be a chest cold which hit hard Friday driving my temp into fever range. Hard chest cough. Elevated pulse but 98% O2 saturation. Data is very important as I recorded those 3 vitals. At this morning’s check and reaffirmed moments ago the vitals are where they belong. Rest today because tomorrow is same weather. I will only know if it was / is covid will to be tested. I stayed the entire day out in desert. Stayed inside reading Killer Angels, the classic novel of the Civil War, the battle of Gettysburg.
So, lungs need to be protected and the brain wants to be distracted. Solution: cannabutter. Yesterday I put a liberal piece of my creation on my skillet corn bread made on the stove top into my mouth and let the chemicals take over. Hmm, I lost track of dosage time, I felt “Huh”, as the day progressed. My butter lacks the pazaz. Help is nearby. I now have 3 cannabutter gluten free chocolate chip cookies not Tollhouse. Raw material is a mix of shake and flower of maybe I guess this looks like enough quantity. Cannabutter made with resulting unknown THC content. Important thing about learning from your mistakes is to apply those lessons. I quartered a cookie then entered it into my psyche. Now 2 hours later the effects of that action has long been felt. A quarter was more than adequate. The thing about eating is the buzz creeps up and builds all the while too far removed from the stimulus to make a change, raising the when will I top out question. You just don’t know what you’re going to get until you got it. Don’t try this at home as this has been performed without adult supervision.
Convicted felon facing the sentencing judge asks the defendant any words before pronouncing sentencing. To that the defendant replied, ” Your honor, I feel like a bride on her wedding night, I know what I’m going to get, I just don’t know how big.”
Superbowl Sunday parked behind the outlet mall. First superbowl was 1967, the year I graduated high school. Perspective. XM radio needs additional money from me to hear the game on XM.
Remember manual typewriters that had a margin bell before you typed off the edge of the paper? Prolly not party telephone lines. This word editor does its programming intelligence to keep the right hand margin and words whole, and it corrects the spelling real time. Just keep hitting the keys and the computer will take care to eliminate correction tape. My parents gave me a manual typewriter for graduation and my college paid for. Typing was not main stream college prep course load, it was done usually by women in an office, not college graduates, the skill was not permitted in my education. Hunt and peck learning where the keys were for my 1 finger key pounding. I used many inches of correction tape. That manual typewriter and the slide rule are in the museum. I sure owe it to myself maybe, to teach myself touch typing. Facia is a covering over muscle that is said to prevent a muscle form completely relaxing, it is relived by, for me, a ridged foam roller. The brain is convoluted offering multitude of possibilities for bridging something like facia which stiffens the brain not allowing it to learn new things. Yeah didn’t Cliff on Cheers say something about that? 8″ portable black and white TV set was all I could afford on foundry labor’s wage. I have yet to learn if this is real or not but I will stick to it to justify my stick in the mud approach.
The past is so great because there is a lot of it, as one ages there is more time behind than in front. We can search our past for remembered events that are filtered for the desired emotional feeling we want to wrap ourselves in. Pick high spots and reward yourself. What does the future offer but uncertainty. I remember if he incoming call was long distance it was something. Paid by the second. Get on and get off as it was money. Hollering Long Distance brought the requested person to the phone quickly. Leave it to Beaver. Movie came from Moving Picture when it was introduced, it has ben replaced by digital projection yet they are still called movies. Recorded music was captured on a record and was hence called an album which might be a cassette tape. Yet music is still called album. I am safe with this labeling. To what will the future more descriptive names be and when and who? Early Christians coopted Paganism by incorporating same events till eventually the Pagan meaning was forgotten. The money people won out. Albums and movies, what will name change be?
See, my lack of blazing touch typing speed keeps my posts short, perhaps doing the reader a favor to free up more time for their choice.
Been listening to the classic music XM station all day. While under my parent’s roof on Sunday they played the OSU AM radio station in the car on the way home from church that played classical music such as what I am listening to now. Ah, reliving, comfort memory. The car did not have seal belts. Manual station tuning.
Off to the desert.