Black and white and grey out there this morning, with intermittent heavy snowfall. A list of what is bright and shiny around here: success in downloading library books to the Kobo! success in gaining access to a respectable reference library via the Internet while reading my Kobo I can pace the house, much needed exercise in isolation bills are paid to date, although more whoppers on the way talked to Terra about the wonderful meals she has been preparing heard from Harriet, who is on the beach in Florida this week applied for five jobs yesterday, without angst over results reduced desk clutter and may have desk cleared by the end of the day stood at the window in the sun yesterday, soaking it up More to come! What an exciting life I lead; suits me, it does. Since I’m working near the country house next week, Attila and I will not be able to get to our little house in the city until later in January. Already we have a great pile of clean towels and household objects to transport on our next visit. We will also bring along some of the flooring given to us by Harriet and … Continue reading
Memory, a tricky subject. Science and medicine know some things about human brains. After reading a half dozen scientific papers about memory, I’m not convinced that, through the parameters of science, we know all that much. Memory has always been a source of fascination. I am a very lucky woman, I have and still do interact with some very brilliant and exceptional minds. From my perspective, each of these minds is/was unique; unique in the way that they approach/approached input, process and output. As far as I’m concerned there is no one kind of genius. As for myself, my own memory is like a quirky, impish and fiecely loyal friend. Deep in my mind decisions, based on that stored material, are made. Decisions that guide me, decisions that do not reach consciousness. How do I know that those unconscious decisions exist? Usually I become aware of them as my thoughts and behaviors form patterns. Sometimes, when environmental conditions are conducive, I can actually catch glimpses of that deep place that is the foundation of my existence. The book I am currently reading is all about memory, science and what science does not know. Dementia is one of the larger themes … Continue reading
I’ve been writing in this journal for over a decade now. I’ve presented myself honestly; although not entirely, given the broad nature of the media. I’ve always felt stranded on a small psychic island, with a few special people, in a sea of mediocrity and denial. My recurring childhood nightmare was one where particular familiar people physically transformed into horrifying blobby creatures, as they began to deny obvious truths, adopted falseness and attempted to enforce social wrongs. My first Sunday School teacher comes to mind immediately. What makes my fellow islanders special is only that they are themselves, fully human, flawed, beautiful; they see me, I see them. My “whole hearted” list is a source of pure joy. You know who you are, and if you think you are on my list, or would be if we met, then you must be. I hope I am on your list. I choose this journal to express what I know about being human. This lecture is interesting, as Ms. Brown uses an academic approach, one I am well familiar with, to describe the very simple concept of being human.
Attila and I discussed a trip to the village this morning, a trip I would take. It snowed all night and it is still snowing. I can hear snow blowers in the distance, as people clear their drives. Soon the plows will be clearing the roads. Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day for a trip. The errands can wait a day or two or three. Attila has returned to work and the days of being cocooned in a snowy wonderland have begun in earnest. WordPress has a new security upgrade that needed installing. The task was tackled this morning, and completed. For some reason the automatic update does not work for on this system, it stalls and it fails, every time. After trying the automatic update once again, this morning, I reverted to a manual install. All went well and it took less than half an hour, start to finish. Reflecting on style, I’ve been a minimalist all my life. Growing up on a farm gave me an acute sense of function. In addition, my Grandfather had no admiration, and much contempt, for “doo-dads”. Little wonder my focus is function. However, I sometimes envy what I regard as the … Continue reading
Last night when we went to bed it was raining. This morning everything out there is frozen solid and snow flakes are dancing out of the sky, eventually resting lightly to form a gauzy blanket over hard, hard world. Yesterday, the first day of 2011, Attila and I did a lot of puttering about. As we puttered we watched movies, off and on, as we passed the set. Let’s see, we watched Gunga Din (1939), Music and Lyrics (2007) and Mamma Mia! (2008) (great fun for Abba fans!). It was with sad relief that I ate the last of my stash of cookies and salted nuts! Holiday food is one of our greatest joys, and we indulged ourselves thoroughly this year. I’ve gained some weight, enjoyed every minute of it, and now it is time to get back to normal. So, last night for dinner we ate a very healthy meal, Attila’s Turkey Soup, made with our Christmas Day turkey. Attila’s Turkey Soup is healthy, low sodium, low fat, lots of vegetables. The absolute best thing about it though, is that it tastes great! One of the tasks Attila took on yesterday was to shovel the snow off the deck. There … Continue reading