This morning I had to take the car in for a regularly scheduled maintenance appointment. It is a one hour drive there and a one hour drive back. My mind tends to take off on tangents when I’m driving for any length of time; today the tangent was all about time. I was thinking that all life really consists of is: what was, what is, and what will be. All of these aspects of time are subject to perception, perspective and interpretation. However, the only aspect that we can influence is “what is”, the present, the fleeting moment of consciousness that we experience as the now. Sometimes my “what is” is saturated with “what was”. There are moments that come to me from the past, rich in emotion. These moments can capture me completely, so much so that I long to return to that place and time, to wrap myself in its warmth and certainty. At other times the “what will be” will crowd out the present, sometimes with uncertainty, sometimes with anticipation. Only the present moment offers the opportunity for redemption. It is often difficult to remain loyal to the “what is”, with all its terrors and treasures. It … Continue reading
9:00 a.m. Learning something new is always of interest to an information pack-rat, which might describe me. I’m off this morning to the first (and probably final) session of training on my own time and at my own expense. I will confess that the primary reason I’ve not called them to cancel is that I wonder what the job entails. Always intrigued by new learning opportunities, I just have to find out what it is all about. I don’t trust assumptions, so I’ll suspend disbelief for the morning and see what I find. And thinking of exploration, Attila and I have decided to go on a road tour late in the autumn. We will pack a tent and some sleeping bags, load up our cooler and our propane stove and head out. I’ll take a break from waiting for calls to work, and Attila will take a break from his six day a week grind. This is the plan. Now that we have a plan we can safely assume that fate will step in to show us who is in charge of the universe; not us I think. Attila finished the under-the-stair-landing project, so the closet contents can be returned … Continue reading
Here I am again. This new venue is easier to post from and more difficult to post from. It is easier to post from because the coding is already there, all I have to do is type and then click on Publish and the deed is done. It is more difficult because it feels different, more distant, less my own. That is because I have less control over this type of digital interface than I did with the hand-coded web site. I don’t entirely trust this way of doing things, not in the long term. That is because I have no intention of becoming a server software power user or a database/php guru. If problems arise with those functions, I’ll be helpless to fix them myself. My entries might be lost to me, forever. I don’t trust database backups, because I don’t know how to restore the backup to its original glory. This morning Attila and I sat over our morning coffee and discussed our game plan for the day. I made a list of odd jobs I could accomplish, and suggested that he finish the job he started last week. I wouldn’t normally press Attila on finishing a project, … Continue reading
I’m on my way! I’ve added a few of my own graphics to the site design and am now beginning to experiment with submitting entries. The archives will remain on my static web site, as will my recipes, list of people I refer to (Cast), poetry and photography: all listed in the column to the right of this entry, under Favorites. I’ll be testing these functions and pondering on the boring details of how to get things done; at least for a while. Yesterday, before the rain started, I took a little tour of the garden. From a distance, this iris is hardly noticed. How glad I was to have taken a closer look! Attila works today, we are both working next Saturday. I don’t mind working on a Saturday when Attila is working on Saturday, why not! However, when Attila has one of his few two-day weekends I intend to be here at home with him. I think his next weekend off is in August, and we are both looking forward to it. We are in need of supplies, so a jaunt to the grocery store is in order at some point this weekend. We can drive 35 km … Continue reading
An RSS feed is the way things are done these days. My original hand-coded online journal began in 1999, before the word blog came into being, before blog software for servers was introduced. I created a site and uploaded my entries. Here it is June, 2010, I’m still creating a page for each entry and uploading it, just as I did in 1999. I’d keep on doing it too, if it were not for RSS. Time for a change? I’ve decided to give WordPress a go. The skill set for customizing this server software is completely different than that used when designing a static web site. I’ll be puttering for quite a while until I get things looking the way I want them to look.