I only function after coffee. I'm much better in the early afternoon.
10:30 in Costa Rica: time to go home and bring the dry clothes in and make dinner (main meal of the day). It tended to rain in the early afternoon.
10:30 in Thailand: post-exercise, figure out the day. Hot season... seek a/c.
10:30 traveling: usually check out and catch a bus or train.
10:30 Montana: take a shower (M-Th, before 10 F-S) and get out!
10:30 when I worked... you can speak to me now...
My journal is hand-written. I haven't been as diligent and no longer write in it every day. Same with poetry... I write differently with pen and paper.
Even making change from a bill is too much and many places will not take cash forcing people to use banks that can track them... some folks are literally dropping out (sound like the 60s) but cash requires basic math skills.
Also... the ability to just sit and chat. I had an interesting conversation with a 19 year old yesterday. He was shaking... I think it was because he isn't used to talking to anyone older in public.
Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ It’s sad to think it’s dying out. The school curriculum is so busy, far busier than when I went to school, and yet the kids seem to be missing out on much of the basic skills these days. Mental math for instance, many are lost without a calculator. Computers do so much of our thinking for us these days. I know my memory for phone numbers, for example, has deteriorated, we have no need to remember them because they’re all in our phones. Same with spelling; mistakes get automatically adjusted. I wonder if learning to spell will be the next thing to go.
Cursive writing is becoming a lost art unless our youth are being taught it early on in school. I hear they are not teaching that in some schools. I imagine they are taught it in private schools. At least I hope they are since parents are paying tuition. They should get their money's worth. I went to Catholic school growing up. We started learning cursive writing in grade two. Cursive teaches children the fine skill of shaping letters and connecting them to create words and sentences. That is good brain exercise.
It really is sad watching a loved one who has Alzheimer's slipping away. My sister-in-law passed away two years ago from Alzheimer's. It's a horrible disease. My wish is that they can find a cure for it.
Dementia and Alzheimers is never easy for family members watch as it takes away a loved one's memories and often leaves the body still living. My husband's grandmother lived with Alzheimers. My own grandmother had dementia. I don't think loved ones are really prepared to deal with it. The challenges really bring out the best or the worst in the supporting family members. Our last dog, Amelia, who was such a sweetie, got something in her lungs and it made it impossible for her to eat. Ultimately we made the decision to euthanize her and I cried like a baby, realizing just how much I cared for her, and I didn't really appreciate it at the time. I have learned a lot from all the pets I've had. They're great teachers. for Yvonne.
Yearly tests with all the worry about passing would be daunting.
The smell of freshly baked cakes is something my nostrils can sense even behind this screen. I also did a lot of baking over the years for family. Kids are grown and I stopped doing that much baking. Over time I cut most of the sweets out of my life. Now I can't really eat them because it's not appealing anymore. It affects my palate in a way some people would feel with something very sour like sucking a lemon. I figured, with diabetes in my family's history I'm only helping to avoid it by declining sweets. So far, so good.
Fun words on a Saturday: cooking, frying, silence, potato chips, restaurant, chef and salt. There's a connection to the date and these words, can you guess what?
I’m unsure of the connection with today’s date. Maybe it’s a special day in the USA which we in Australia don’t observe. Anyhow the words made me think of fish and chips and how hungry I am right now. I love saltypotato chips but they must be sprinkled liberally in vinegar.
I love to go to our famous seafood restaurant in Fremantle and to watch the cheffrying mounds of chips and then as he lifts golden pieces of battered fish out of the hot oil. The chatter at the table stops and silence reigns as every begins to eat.
However I hate the lingering smell the next day when I’ve been cooking fish and chips at home.
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