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Created: November 29th, 2019 at 12:06pm
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Here is a collection of ruminations and whatnot.
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| I had a dream. I was going to see an exhibition of plastic cylinders in a plant where they had an office. I drove my Dad's new Chevy. When I was done looking I went out to go to my Dad's car but I couldn't find it. I used the remote alarm to see where it was. There was a beeping coming from somewhere where a similar car was parked but I thought it wasn't his car. So went back to their office and saw an former coworker there. then some guy was making jokes. I went back out and it started to rain. I took out my cell but it wasn't a real cell. It had rubber buttons and I couldn't remember my Stepmother's phone number nor my Dad's. Almost all the cars parked in the lane had gone. I realized it was merely a dream. So I woke up and got out of bed. |
April 24, 2021 at 12:23pm
April 24, 2021 at 12:23pm
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| Bad thoughts were with me all night. I couldn't sleep straight through. However, I'm grateful for a good night's rest such as it is. Or was. Now I'm trying to read a book by A. Maclean and I don't like how he described the character. It's written in the first person. But as far as I went it seemed like a good book. Now it's consigned to the heap where unread books are kept. |
April 22, 2021 at 10:15am
April 22, 2021 at 10:15am
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The sunlight is bright in our kitchen as we have breakfast. The dogs are rowdy and knocked over a pile of boxes on the floor. I had to get up and get it to rights. There is a promise of good weather for us today. I had a good rest last night. I don't think I slept too much. My pups wanted me to get up in the night and so I had to get up but only for a brief moment. I went back and slept for the rest of the morning.
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There once was a man who was a satan and bastard who had an aneurysm in his aorta. He was rendered a paralytic. He was supposed to be the brain behind a technology which sold many devices. The man is really stupid and has no idea. His talks were all cloaked in scientific-ese but made no real sense. He liked to pun but it wasn't that funny after a while. His name is MIchael. He is a stupid man who cannot come up with a good idea anymore. But he is still somehow idolised in his company and made CSO. |
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| I had a Facetime call from my new Mary Kay supervisor. She told me I can no longer be part of Mary Kay. She said that she looked for me on FB and saw I had previous posts about being in Mary Kay. She said this was not something that I could - be with her group - because she said I had to be out of Mary Kay for a year after quitting my previous Mary Kay experience last month and that the only way to go back is to return in the next year a year from quitting Mary Kay. So I nodded my head and said that's fine. |
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| Happiness is a fleeting thing. |
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| Today was a dull day. I slept in and then woke up to watch TV but there wasn't anything on that I liked. I fell asleep on the recliner and then awoke when my Stepfather awoke me and he asked me if I was alright. He felt my brow to see if I was feverishh (I had the vaccine some days ago). I went back to sleep in my bed and then after a while, I got up and went to have something to eat. I had some cigs and looked online at my email and social media. Nothing much there. So this day is dull, and the sluggishness seems to be somewhere close by. I hope that there will be a day when i can get more things done, but i've not got a schedule but I merely mean to do some work for my MK business. It's not that good yet but I might be able to do business soon with people from my website. |
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Yesterday I cut my Dad's hair. He has not been to a barber for months. He is afraid of the COVID problem. I cut his hair the first time some months ago and he's been able to toddle around with a cut hairstyle. It's not difficult to do it. Men have no real issues about how they need to look, at least men who are practical. So I asked him if we could order a haircutting kit from eBay and he said fine. He gave me the money to buy it. It arrived. It contained a couple of scissors, one of them was a straightedged on, and one was one for feathering the hair that expert hairdressers use. It had a cape and some combs, and I think that was all it had. We took it out (he had it stashed away) and yesterday I did the haircutting. He was satisfied with what I did to his hair and he looks rather good considering. I saved him a few dollars at the barber. We might keep doing this as long as we can, getting his hair cut, that is. I'm alright with it.
I once had the idea of taking lessons in cutting hair and looked up the hair colleges in town. They had a rather high tuition fee and it would make me have to go into debt to do it. Besides that I believe that the class would entail a grant or loan from the government to take the course. I thought I could make my home a hairdresser's place but looking around I'd have no room for it. I'd have to buy a hairdresser's chair with a pump to elevate the chair, and then I'd have to have a way to wash hair in the sink, and then I'd have to well, it's just too much crap and so I decided it was not a good idea to put up a business and before that, train for several months into a year or so at a barber college. It might make me some money but I'm not sure I' want to have strangers in my home to have me cut their hair.
There are some hairdressers who rent a booth at a place for hairdressers but that will not do either. I'm scared of going out to the city and being alone for fear I'd be kidnapped.
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| I'm sad today but I have to carry on as though things were still ok. I am developing a new novel set in Vichy France. It's during the last War. The setting is in Paris. It wlil be interesting for me to write something that's an historical setting. I do not know what all will be in it but it happened just by chance. I was publishing an erotica book and one of the chapters I wrote had this as a setting. So I took that chapter and used it as the first chapter of my new novel. |
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| I'm considering myself a martyr for writing at all. I'm killed subliminally by bad thoughts and negative thoughts when I write, or after I write, anything that will be publishable. |
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