An amazing thing happened that made me feel happy. I run across a version of MineSweeper that works real good on Macs. The odd thing for me is that I found it on the Mac web site. I had no idea they had that many games listed on their site until I ran across it yesterday. Most of the games are shareware or commercial and cost money, but there is a lotta freeware too. Apparently you can download all of them for a trial period.
The name of the program is called Another Mine, and it's at least as good as the Microsoft program. I found another Sudoku game there I like at the Mac site. It's very simplistic, but that's what I like about it. The only way I can boot it up though, is at startup, and if I close it I have to restart my computer to get it to boot up. So, I put it in startup, and then minimize it to the Dock when I'm not playing Sudoku.
The zonSudoku game (it's name) doesn't provide any preferences, but it does have one button that alters the whole idea of the game. The button is labeled Show Errors. It's very addictive. I take a not-so-wild guess, and then click on the button to see if I'm right or not. That's practically cheating, but the button just sits there and glares at me. How can I not use it. That's what I mean by writing that it changes the game. Why would I not et wot's sot before me?
Fall is in the air. I had to put on some clothes when I got up this morning to stay warm. I thought at first the cool weather was only associated with a cool front that dropped down out of Canada and it would soon move on out and it'd get warm again, then I realized that it's only another week until the autumnal equinox, and having a warm front will now be the exception to the rule.
I've just begun to realize that I might be having a side-effect to some of this medicine that I thought was more likely a sign of male menopause. I don't know if I'm right either way, but I think I'm getting hot flashes. It's more noticeable when the ambient temperature is cool with a light breeze. It oughta be cooling me down, but instead I'm perspiring, and the cool breeze on my damp skin is down-right uncomfortable. If I put on some clothes to compensate for the affect of the cool breeze, I get warmer, and when I take some clothes off to cool down and stop sweating, then it's too cool. What a drag, man.
I stopped writing for a while to go cut grass. I wore myself out doing it. I must have cut five acres of grass on a riding lawn mower. Hot out in the sun. Might have had a heat stroke. The mower blades picked up some wire that stopped it, and it took me at least an hour to cut it out with a pair of long-nosed pliers. They were all I had. Then, I ran over a piece of garden hose and it took me another hour to get that out, and finally the transmission on the lawn mower crapped out.
I never should have stopped writing. That happens all the time when I try to prove I'm just human.
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.
