Showing posts from August, 2019

Standard definition

I was watching a tv show from the mid 80's earlier this week and I was thinking, wow, we looked like that? The world looked like that? And then, of course, I realized that there was something more at play than the dated clothes and hair styles. The show was filmed in standard definition.

We've been watching HD for so long now that anything not in HD looks dated no matter how you stretch it or optimize it and we're even at the point in time where there is a certain nostalgia for the SD look.

My parents grew up with black and white. I grew up with SD. My kids have HD. Who knows what will be next?

Maybe this?

The conversation game

I was sitting listening to a conversation last night and there were several times that I could have jumped in. I had stories that would have fit into the flow and all that but I didn't. I just sat there listening and hardly said a thing and I was just out on the deck reading fictional conversations between other people when this popped into my mind because it has been happening more and more lately.

There have been times recently when there have been awkward silences I could have filled in or I have found myself talking to someone and struggling with what to say next but it's not that I am at a loss for words. The words are in my head and I wait for the natural pauses where I could say them and then I let those pauses go right on by. What is the point, I think.

I've been talking for a good chunk of almost forty-six years and as I get older, I've about said what I need to say and maybe I get more out of listening, that might be true, but that's not really why I am saying less. I think that a lot of the time I'm just tired of talking. I appreciate the silence more than I ever have and I am also weary of trying to interpret the real feelings hidden behind the words that people say and frankly, a lot of the time, I'm tired of playing the conversation game.

Gloomy goodness

I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
It's gloomy and cool today here at the kitchen table and after a scorcher of a summer, we've suddenly had a shift in the weather that I feel like is never going to come until it happens. Before, it seemed like this might be the endless summer since it started getting hot back in April this year. I know summer is not over by a long shot but the potential for fall is here now like a relative that's been travelling for a while has sent a postcard announcing that they are on their way back.

It's the kind of weather that makes me feel like blogging again and I've been thinking about this site over the past few days, wishing I could think of some revolutionary way to share these words on your screen. The whole process seems so antiquated now and we're all so busy that publishing posts feels like an invasion of your precious time.

I guess there is no solution for this. I keep getting the writing bug. NaNoWriMo keeps slipping back into my mind after I couldn't motivate myself to participate in either of the Camp NaNoWriMo events. Maybe the key is cooler weather and the sun going down earlier.

Well, I just now, in real-time, got the word I don't have to do concession stand duty at the high school tonight so it's time for me to celebrate, take another sip of coffee and get back to work. Gloomy days like this might bother some people but I love them. Bring on the falling leaves! Bring on the pumpkin spice! 

Short update Monday

Wow, this blog is not getting much use.

Only short updates today -
I went back on private on the Twitter. I'm not using it much these days and I'm tired of bots although they don't come around much since I don't tweet much. I can set it and forget it with the padlock. The best feature of Instagram is being private.

It's a shame to see Twitter go by the wayside, ruined by its own user base and stupid monetization design ideas. But all good things eventually come to an end. Except for Big Macs. Big Macs are eternal. Signing up for updates via this page or using an RSS reader like Feedly is the best way to follow this blog anyway. Tweets are so 2015.

I moved all my chores from Todoist off of Sunday so I have officially reclaimed that day in the name of leisure and reading. My brief experiment of Sunday afternoon cleaning chores is over. I've spread them out over the work week now, a little each day between Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Of course, clothes get washed nearly every day. It's like a laundromat around these parts.

Big cleaning chores I have been putting off are getting completed left and right. It's exciting. With the kids young adults back in school, I've had more time to get some of the nitty gritty organization stuff going. I will have another load for the thrift store tomorrow and then it will be time for some big decisions about some items around here that need a permanent home or need to be shown the door.

That's it. Over and out until we meet here again.