Jumping Gee hosifrats. one more day and 1/12th of the year is gone. I have accomplished a great deal, you my dear and gentle readers, who can follow me thru all this change, both online and off. I am without a doubt learning about parking, transit systems, school, computers, urban camping, walking on ice, and on air.
Everything is hard until it is easy. The mountains I am to currently climbing, are not what was anticipated . They come up and grab you unawares. They sneak about underfoot, like the ice laden sidewalks and take you out, without as a glance back. Tripping you at the least provocations. Eager to begin. I began, but not at the beginning, no in mid air it seems. Beavering away, at trying, working away unbelievably ignorant in what I did not know. Too tired, to know any better. Blogging class, another topic of mid-airness, having scribbled away for years, yet not clear on just what is going on, my grasp of reality, seems to gone, for good it seems. Scary thoughts i know. A bull let loose in the universe.
In this brave new world I jumped into without thinking too much, ( I know I know) trying is not good enough, the issue was i had tried, very hard, and spent hours, including walking the dog to the printers over snow banks and ice, I staying upright, to see if ” I had done it” It was done, just not the way it was supposed to be done. Shot down with “NO ! ” or words to that affect. ” My way or the highway.” School is like that, I forgot. No extra point for trying at all. The second class fiasco continued as we did mnemonic name games to learn the classmates names. ( I had been late for that part, in the first class, (see previous blog) trying to, learning the public transit system. Having learned THAT lesson I arrived almost an hour and half early.) Stood like a deer in the head lights, without a clue, and it got worse. I lost the plot. I would, come to find out, need my book of passwords, thus in my TRYING, now am locked out of the internet for the night. I was rescued by a young stylist classmate. I did not want to attempt to get into my email account, without the passbook, in my muddle, which does not seem to be lifting. The directions i wish to go in, still unclear, but did come up with a new theme, possibly, for this blog, ” retirement.” (not writing it but a focus, since the bnb is gone for good.)
I am living in a construction zone, whereby the dust does not settle as the men take out bucket loads of dirt, pipes and whatnot, one at a time. I have two frying pans in which to produce food, a bowl, cup and knife. I have found closer to my new home, a grocery store with parking. The lot has barricades down the middle so as not be able to access the pharmacy that is on the other side of the lot, easily.
I am finding that nothing is easy at the moment. No in fact, all is hard, as a rocks coming out of the basement. Immovably hard. I forgot after the euphoria of getting where you think you want to be, comes the fall. I am however getting better at copying and gluing, a feat of some magnitude.
stay tuned, all is well, the dust is in my eyes, and will be cleared as i am OFF, rescued by a friend in the country. Lucy is well, as am I stay tuned,