SEQUITUR MANE MANE
Living by the sun is difficult when your life has been ruled by the tictoc machine for three quarters of a century. I seem to do my very best sleeping right at daybreak and wake again about a half hour after sunup. That makes arising at a scandalous 8 am on the tictoc this time of year, but 6:30 am on the sundial. I can almost hear my grandpa saying you gonna sleep your life away? But who’s around to censor me now? I kinda think Snookums likes that hour or so without me underfoot anyway, though she always rises at 7:20 Standard Time. So, the coffee was ready, Shabbat music was playing on the puck, the dogs were fed and the blinds opened. I feel like such a sluggard for refusing to let machine time rule me.
My on-line friends are slowly disappearing. Many have died, some have ghosted, and some have drifted into a net-free lifestyle, and I slowly devolve into a self-reliant island, not building friendships or becoming a part of something larger. I am leisurely adjusting to it, though. Maybe it is simply my way of disengaging from the creation and shifting my thoughts toward the creator.
The neighbor’s daughter offered to weedwhack the yard for me just because she was stir-crazy living at home. But her mothers’ yard could use some serious weedwhacking too, and she has so many personal problems that I thought it best to not allow her to fail at good deeds. She has good intentions, but not so good follow through. Her daughter has become Linda’s friend, and Linda gave her a spare sewing machine that was gathering dust. I love watching young women learning from elderly women. They are so intense and approach it with far more humility than men have.
Shabbat brunch is going to be more like Shabbat blunch today. I was thinking of being creative and making something wildly different, but Saturday it is hashbrowns, kosher sausage and runny eggs. That is the natural order of things, and I should not push against the rule.
So the day sleepily unfolds in the house.
It is good.
Rusty's Armory 
March 30, 2019 at 3:33 pm
Well ya still have me, your favorite online One and Zero and ya ain’t getting rid of me so easily. Hmmmph I do know what you mean though, this whole online thing is not what it used to be and I am not inspired to write much of anything anymore. I suppose at some point the big eraser will just erase what few ones and zeroes are left 😦
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March 30, 2019 at 3:38 pm
… according to some, it is still online in a celestial database called the akashaic record …
Sometimes it plays when we think we are about to die and our whole life flashes by in front of us …
😀
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March 30, 2019 at 5:34 pm
Thank you for the smile! After the day I have had I needed it. ❤
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March 31, 2019 at 7:52 am
On line friends come and go, just as they do in the real world. Some we make an effort to keep, some we don’t even notice the absence. Life goes on…
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March 31, 2019 at 9:15 am
… it does go on.
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March 31, 2019 at 9:50 am
Funny you mention it. I was thinking just last week of online friends and characters I’ve lost over the years, even those whose real names I never knew. They still cross my mind more often than they could ever imagine, and certainly more than I cross theirs. It doesn’t matter. People drift into and out of my life like smoke rings. I don’t pursue and I gave up trying to hold on, finding it better to not get attached in the first place. What’s that line from an old song – “Just take what they can give you, and give back what you can,” or something like that.
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March 31, 2019 at 9:54 am
🙂 Yeah, most of them kinda grew on me like moss …
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March 31, 2019 at 9:52 am
Lmao – hit enter w/o meaning to! Anyway – where’s the coffee, darlin’, I brought molasses cookies to go with.
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March 31, 2019 at 9:55 am
I was wondering why the mutts were surrounding me. I can’t eat cookies in peace around here. They can hear a cookie crunch from the back 40 …
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March 31, 2019 at 7:00 pm
Hey rusty, it’s good seeing your musings again, spent time with some of our budies, who were mourning a few loved ones. Tough times, but I’m happy to lend a hand and heart, and deviled eggs. Hugs mar y
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March 31, 2019 at 7:21 pm
🙂 Good … not many of us left from the auld sod, eh?
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April 1, 2019 at 12:49 pm
xoxo
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