Sometime I feel so clever. I only use a stove to keep my pipes from freezing. I don't know whether or not this is a choice I made or I'm just too cheap. That doesn't mean my fingers don't get cold on the keyboard and mouse. Back when I first started having trouble with my hands and wrist I realized I was using bad ergonomics and ended up buying a cheap computer table to resolve my problem. The table has a glass top with a sliding mesh metal drawer for the keyboard. The keyboard drawer is the only part of it that seems a little unstable.
It came with two tables. The second one is smaller was designed to hold a printer. it has a glass top also, and a mesh shelf under it. I mounted my computer and all the peripherals on the small table and rolled up under the larger table. None of that is why I think I'm so clever.
I have a heat lamp with an aluminum reflector with a long cord on it that I've had hang above my keyboard and table. It worked okay, but the heat was too direct on my hands, and it blinded me with it's light. I finally figure out that I should take the heat lamp and use the clamp that came with it to attach it to the metal leg of the small table, and aim the heat lamp up at the glass top. It heats the glass top and spreads the heat better, and since the small table fits under tha larger table, it catches that heat and sends it toward the keyboard and my hands.
I finished burning the trash pile where I had heaped up a bunch of brush I had cut in the woods at the edge of my lawn. I say "woods" but the twin hurricanes took care of that about ten years ago, and only a few of the large pines are left. The rest of it is new growth that's kind of scruffy, and I've been trying to make it look a little better.
I have had a few trash fires get away from me and burn small sections of the woods before. That's made me cautious. I only burn now if there has been some rain. I prefer it to be like today and be sprinkling rain. By the time I emptied all the trash mail out of the floor of the passengers side of my car I have plenty of paper to start the brush heap burning.
I'm usually in my car when I pick up my mail from the rural delivery box. There is always a bunch of spam from the health care companies who solicit retirees. They're like ghouls perched in the trees around the cemeteries. No blame. If you don't or can't take care of your own affairs, they will take your stuff and wait for you to die. It's the way of the world. My place ain' t much of a temptation.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
