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I ride upon my bunny, upon my egg boat. Transported into many times and places is where I think about it all. A favorite song of mine is about riding upon a pony upon a boat, as of this moment I can not recall the name or who sang it.
Today is a pure white day which is perfect for pondering the nonsense of my perceptions.
I have spent almost twenty years being a reverse pioneer. Where I choose to be just became more than tolerable this past week. A.T. and T. is my saving grace. It is amazing what has happened. My place is wired wirelessly, seriously. I just added that word to my personal dictionary. A few days ago they added unlimited data, phone calls, and texting to their services. So, I have satellite TV and all the above.
It is less money than it was before. AMAZING! I was waiting for Google to send up low flying vehicles beaming more into the clouds. It seems I do not have to wait for them. But, I still want a Chipotle burrito delivered to my mountain by drone from Virginia Tech. I guess I will just have to make my own. Cooking is one thing I do with great intent. My daughter has surpassed me in that category. She is the Chef. My full time is spent on taking photographs and drawing or painting.
This year has been very good. I am very thankful to have my eye sight in top notch condition and the heart and breathing thing is much better. I do not want to waste time wrapped up in positions I can do nothing about.
I am watching paint peel on the wall of our town hall. Photographing peeling paint is more fun than watching paint dry, that is for sure. I really love "my" town. I have watched it change into a different place from when I visited here as a child. It is not better or worse, just different. I see people appear just to disappear. It leaves a hole in your soul when this happens. My great Aunty M. is one hole not easily filled. She was one amazing woman. I learned so much from her that I bet she would never know. Independence comes at great price, sometimes. So worth it. I do miss the flower market in downtown San Francisco. I miss my friends and the museums and art galleries. But hey, they live inside my mind.
I just watched a class at MIT about documenting whatever catches your mind. Diligently! Pick a topic then do it again and again and again. I always look for pattern. It is intrinsic to anything, at all. Origami is all about that. What keeps me going is to find out what is behind. The folds are great to unfold to see the pattern developed. It tells the story. Telling stories is what I do. Editing, now that is something altogether different.
Imagine a little baby blue convertible Volkswagen, you know, the kind that the tennis ladies drive at the beach in South Carolina? Outer Banks. Palm Trees and the moon. That bunny is really a car. Cranes are better than flamingos, right? It is snowing so heavily, right now.