Split Personalities

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I went to bed early last night, so naturally, I got up early this morning. Since I've not got some scheduled event to attend to like going to a job or carrying out some plan I have for the day I lay in bed for a good long time before I actually got up. What I was thinking about was how many people I know that are Aquarians, and how many of them are bookkeepers or accountants. Practically all of them are.

Aquarians don't always do what they do under the title of accountant or bookkeeper, but they seem to be happiest when they're doing that kind of work. Bean counters. They hold people to account by literally counting all the beans and in a lotta cases, it often appears, are called into some court of one fashion or the other to settle the case by an accurate count of what belongs to whom.

My youngest brother and my older sister are Aquarians, and probably have been the models I reference most often when I think about the attributes of this astrology sign. They're only mildly curious I use them this way. My sister is a retired school teacher. She can't stop working though. She keeps books for our youngest brother part-time.

Both of my ex-wives fathers were Aquarians. They didn't live long after their daughters got up with me. Neither of them were all that old when they died. I never met my second wife's father. He was the head auditor for the Sherwin-Williams paint company. Not only was he an accountant, but the accountant to whom all the other accountants made their accounts to.

Somehow I think being brought up or reared by an accountant caused their daughters to seek out the furtherest person they could find in the world from being an accountant. Me. Maybe for the sake of balance in their own perspective. Maybe as a way of taking account of themselves. It's said that many women end up with a man that reminds them of their fathers, and that's why they didn't end up with me.

That all seems so far away from me now, and why would it not? I haven't seen my first wife for what seems like decades, and I've only seen my second wife once in the last thirty years. I was married to each of them around seven years, and presently I'm seventy years old.

That means that for the most part, I've lived as a single person for fifty-six years, not counting living with my parents for the first eighteen years of my life. How odd that I would be taking account of the span of my life. I'm not much of a bookkeeper at all, and the sign Aquarius is unoccupied in my natal chart.

I feel old this morning. I seem to be losing interest in the few topics or subjects that have attracted my attention in the past. I checked and read the e-mail in my Inbox before I began writing. There was only two posts.

One of the e-mail post was from this know-it-all woman who disagrees with everybody in the world about everything, and the other post was a long lecture from this guy who is trying to create his own church so he can be it's bishop. I don't know why he wants to do that. The only thing I can think of relates to Castenada's statements about self-importance.

I stop writing this morning after the paragraph above. I started straightening up some things to account for my computer set-up, and the next thing I knew I was redecorating my entire upstairs. There was a rat's nest of wires beneath the computer table I bought at Wal-Mart.

I didn't have a clue about why they were there. After I took everything apart and put it back together again I discovered that half the wires in that tangled mess really didn't have to be there. It was a real fire hazard in some ways, but some of the wires were TV cables that connected to my outside antenna.

Sometime in the past I ended up with two sets of amplified rabbit ears antennas. The reason I had two was that the first one didn't work as well as I wanted and I bought another brand to see if it would get better reception. The grace period for taking it back to the store passed before I realized the lousy reception I got was due to a loose connection.

For some reason I decided to hook these two sets of rabbit ears in tandem and play around with moving them in different parts of the room to see if that would get more stations clearer. If figured that if it worked I was truly a genius. It didn't.

The outside antenna I comshawed from my parent's home after it was bought by the airport authority worked better. Particularly after I bought a cheap in-line signal amplifier. When the reception is good, the picture on the digital TV I bought is outstanding.

I never expected television to have this clear a picture. I bought the least expensive model TV and the picture is amazing. Granted, I don't get that many stations, but each of the stations I do get has a couple of other digital channels. All of the network channels have a separate weather channel. It's different to be able to watch the weather reports 24/7.

I've about given up on trying to pick up more over-the-air stations because even if I do they'll still be the same old over-the-air stations I got previous to the digital changeover. The most exciting thing that's happened on PBS lately is their explorer channel. If they're gonna show nothing but reruns, then travel shows and Ken Burns patriotic shows are mo' better than 50 year old British comedy shows who actors are all dead of old age.

Television was intriguing to me as a young person. I still didn't watch it much because I was always on the move. Most of the content is mindless repetition. What I found interesting was the technology. I didn't really understand how radio worked until television came along, and I had more training in electronics than many people because of the schools the Navy sent me to.

I didn't grog the notion of waves being sent through the air. A couple of years ago when I was complaining to a friend that I didn't understand how wireless routers worked, he smiled and asked me if I hadn't been born with one physical connection, and then they snipped that into, and that I myself have been wireless since my first moments on Earth? How could I claim not to understand wirelessness and sending invisible signals through the air?
Gotta stop. Nova's got a show on Dreams I gotta watch. It's all about paralysis, and the fact that dreams are not about one's psychology. I've suspected, but never committed to it. Dreams happen in non-REM sleep.
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