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In Spite of My Computer Malfunctions We Now Continue Our Saga
Wed Aug 29 2007

Wow. I did a really dumb thing.

(Just one?)

It is such a long and convoluted story having to do with email addresses and passwords and trouble with Outlook and my ISP that I just can't go into it. The upshot is that I could not access my diary for one whole day. I just figured it out a little bit ago, though I am actually right back where I started from. Which from my 24 hour diaryless perspective is not a bad place!!!

I should have a poster smack in front of my face that reads:


<font face="Georgia"size="7"Leave well enough alone!


Sometimes my computer ' tweak and tinker ' tendencies get out of hand. Yesterday was just such an occasion.

Whew! The DRAMA!

Okay, to pick up where we left off yesterday.... I was hoofing it to Mamallama's and I came upon this mural on the side of the firehouse downtown. It wasn't the best time of day for a picture, but there I was, there it was, and I snapped it.


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Pretty neat eh? Some people get all the talent..... Sorry to say I don't know the name of the artist at the moment.

Right after I took these pictures I walked a few houses down the street and had a chat with my brother who was working at taking down an old house in preparation for building a new one on that site. I didn't take any pictures because I'm a ninny. But it was made of giant slabs of wood kind of like a log cabin only squared off and tight together. It was over a hundred years old and solid as a rock. Some guy was going to come by in a few days and dismantle that part of it and reconstruct it elsewhere.

Then I went on down to Mamallama's house where I got a tour of their garden which is in much better shape than she led me to believe. [Hey, first year gardens are learning experiences] Then she and I walked out to the creek which looks a lot different than the last time we were there as she showed on her diary.

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This of course did not prevent me from getting my pants all wet wading over to the other side to mess around with stuff. [There's always that ONE deep place you step into.] Yes Virginia, I DID roll up my pant legs. Just not far enough!

And just for the record. I like the creek better in winter. Even if you can't wade over to the other side.... [unless you are daft.]

(Which leads me to believe that you have undoubtedly done so.)

Well, it's a creek. There's water. One wants to try to walk on it. . .

Funny, when we first moved to this place when I was only 9 years old, we used to call it a 'crick'. But somewhere along the line the locals corrected our hillbilly pronunciations to proper high country ones.

Tomorrow:

Back yard bounty.



6 Comments
  • From:
    InStitches (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Aug 30 2007
    What is it about a creek? I'm drawn to them like fleas to a long haired dog. It matters not the time of year as long as there is water to trickle over rocks and a place in the shade to sit.

    When I was a kid there was a creek about half a mile from the house. Even on the hottest day we would gather up our inner tubes and make the hike just to be able to float around in the swimming hole until we turned blue from the cold water and all the while making sure we kept our toes safely away from the crawdads.

    I haven't done that in years. What a pity we forget to indulge in such simple pleasures as we grow older.
  • From:
    Mamallama (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Aug 30 2007
    Glad to see you are back up and running, although I am still not getting your notifies. Drat!

    Your hillbilly brother still calls it a crik. Must be from the time he lived in Arkansas. I try to city-fy the boy, but he just won't, I say, he just won't pay attention!
    Hugs, Tiggs
  • From:
    Mamallama (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Aug 30 2007
    P.S. He also says warsh instead of wash.
    What am I going to do with him?
  • From:
    Pragmatist (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Aug 30 2007
    I don't care what anybody says, it's pronounced crick. Regardless of how it's spelled!!!

    Ah! that mural. Would love to see it "in person."

    Bless the day
  • From:
    Bookworm (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Aug 30 2007
    Thanks for sharing the mural. It's totally gorgeous. We used to call it the crick, too. ;-)
  • From:
    AeolianSolo (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Aug 30 2007
    RYC: I think Darren has a prior conversation with these people in which he inducts them into hypnosis and instructs them to fall asleep when he triggers them. A friend of mine was very good at this and demonstrated with his girlfriend. She was easily hypnotized (especially after having it done several times) and my friend once convinced her that my brother and I weren't even in the room with them. My brother lifted a pen slowly in the air, and she got a little freaked out. She said to my friend, "I'm still hypnotized, right?" He assured her she was, and she calmed down. It was pretty cool.

    Hypnotism isn't really as hard as most people think, and it turns out that the most easily induced people are usually the ones who say they can't be hypnotized.

    The problem with hypnosis in psychotherapy (I'll bet you already know this, you canny hen) is that hypnotic states usually result in a subject being more suggestible than than cognizant. Memories brought up under hypnosis are often inadvertent fabrications due to the human desire to please people. I recall being under and my shrink misunderstood my answer to a question and I didn't correct him because... well, I don't know why. It just didn't seem important. I don't think he suggested any memories to me, but you never know. How can we ever be sure of our subjective memories?

    Anyway, yeah; I happened on Darren Brown's show by serendipity and now I love it. Didn't the personality readings crack you up? :)

    --Solo