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The Apple Trackpad I bought has taken some time to learn to use. It's still more trouble than it's worth to use it to play MineSweeper. I'm still working on making it easy to play MineSweeper, but my whole point when playing that game is to beat my own fastest time. For that I use my Logitech Everywhere laser mouse. About every other need is now done on the Trackpad.
The trackpad is easier on my hands. The rheumatoid arthritis is taking its toll on my hands more than any other body part. A lot of the pain I experience there is my own damn fault. Yesterday when I was playing the scales on my digital piano I got really excited about how well it was going and banged my fingers against the keyboard to indicate my joy. I paid for it before I went to bed, and then all night long. Every bone in my hands ached actively even without moving them. The end is near.
Maybe it's not so odd that I chose the Spanish term "manos" for the middle nayme of my pseudonym. At the time it had more to do with my learning to read palms for a living. I never made much of a living reading palms. Back then, just getting some food to eat and an inside place to be outta the elements when the weather acted up was all I asked. Reading palms helped with that a lot.
Late this afternoon I walked back down to the intersection of ditches where I played around with a stick cutting a new passageway for the water that was dammed up with the dead leaves from last fall. I guess I wasn't surprised that the channel I dug was still open. I had thought that it would be wider or deeper, but it was about the same depth and width as when I left it. At least it hadn't clogged up again.
An hour or so ago I did a very stupid thing. Instead of spraying the silver colloids I made up into my nostrils, I picked up the wrong spray bottle and introduced 90% denatured alcohol up my right nare. It did not take forever for me to realize what I'd done and blow my nose like crazy. The mucous membranes in the nose and sinuses absorb whatever is introduced very swiftly. The medicos give vaccinations nasally because of this. I hope I didn't get enough in there to do any serious harm, but if I did, "Goodbye cruel world." '-)
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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.
