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One of the problems I have with using the Gnaural meditation software in warm weather is that the noise-canceling headphones fit, necessarily, over my ears, and makes my ear lobes perspire. That can bring fungus problems. To address this possible situation I spray the insides of the cups with silver colloid. Silver colloids kills bacteria and fungus. I'm only using silver colloids externally now. If I drink it, as I initially did, the colloids kill the gut bacteria I'm trying to nourish.
The dreams I had last night got lost in the shuffle, when I kept going back to sleep. It's not abnormal for me to get up several times during the night to relieve my bladder. Sometime when I return to my bed from this activity I go back to sleep fairly immediately, and sometimes not. I like it when I do return to sleep, and if there is the slightest chance I can accommodate such behavior I do it.
Last night I figure I slept over twelve hours. Getting that much sleep is more important to me than keeping a dream diary. The problems I'm having with my sore tongue and swollen lips gets incrementally better, but it's still a problem I can't very well ignore. My throat is bothering me in the area of my thyroid glands. It is the first thing I notice when I wake up to go to the bathroom. Swallowing when I first wake up can be sheer torture. It's better than it was a week ago..
I just went through the motions of getting my car tags renewed. It costs more each year. Nothing any different happens for it to cost more. In fact, since everything has been put on the computer it should cost them less. None of that matters. The entire point of government is to get money from the people it's supposed to be serving. Otherwise, the system would melt down into anarchy.
Living in a state of anarchy without the rule of law to bring order in the neighborhoods means you can lose your head for reasons that don't have to make sense. Dead people tell no tales. I don't like not having any say so about the higher cost of living on a fixed income these inflationary days, but I do like driving to the local grocery store and buying food without risking my life.
It took a while for me to understand what the term "anarchy" meant, and even longer to be able to grasp what the implications of living in an anarchic state could be like. Survival of the fittest at best. Only the strong survive. With modern weapons being what they are, being young and physically strong doesn't matter so much anymore. If the general populace is armed to the teeth and prone to fight back there ain't no guarantees.
A woman I only knew of by reputation came inside the license tag renewal office where I was waiting in line with some other people. There were three people in line in front of me. We were all there to renew our vehicle license. She never hesitated and walked straight to the front of the line. Nobody, including me, said a mumbling word about it.
Then, once she got to the counter, she turned to look at the man in line in front of me, and pleasantly commanded him to get out of the line and come up to where she had established herself to "get things done." I got out of the longer line and moved up behind her to form a new line. I wasn't about to miss a chance to be close up to watch her strut her stuff.
I knew who she was only as the woman who married a popular guy who I went to high school with. He was a year ahead of me. His family was well to do, and this woman was said to come from another wealthy family from a similar town in another region. I guess it have been a pre-arranged marriage of debutantes. I never knew either of these people as adults. After high school I went off for a long time, and when I returned they were married with kids. What else was there to know? I've only lived here part time until the last twenty years.
Her husband died of cancer at a young age, maybe twenty years ago or more. It was kind of sad because my classmate's father had cancer at an early age and had killed himself when he was fairly young. I don't know if my casual acquaintance from school had also killed himself. It astonishes me to realize that so many of those well-heeled children died young.
At least three of them by AIDS. I never knew they were gay until after they died. Others, some of the very ones I had thought (back in the day), of as "having it made", murdered themselves for reasons I've never been told. The "privileges" they suffered, like Moses, only drove them to seek outrageous peak experiences at any cost.
What is sad to me is that I kind of envied this class of country club people. They lived in the same brick houses they were born in, and wore slacks to class, and shined their shoes. My family moved around during the period I grew up. It was depressing to find out all the "privileges" I envied them for couldn't save them from their lack of personal identity.
This woman who had married up with my classmate stayed here after he died, and apparently is in some sort of business. I have no way of knowing. She is out of my class. Most women of any age are. My younger brothers belong to the social clubs like the Rotary. They've told me she's a member of several of the men's clubs around town. Generally one of the only women members.
Today was the first time I've had a close look at her in decades. Mostly from behind her as she conducted her affairs across the counter with the awe-struck hired help directly in front of me. She was selling the dude her car, and their business was changing car titles. It was slow and laborious for all concerned. The bureaucratic affairs of the State never change. Yada...
Whatever youthful good looks she once had is now gone. The aging process plays hell with the subcutaneous fat that used to plump out the wrinkles and make the skin soft. Previously, from a distance, when I might see her infrequently here and there around town, she was still glamourous in her sexy sixties, and bore herself with perfunctory elegance,
Not so much anymore. From the dismissive, aggressive manner she displayed to conduct her business today, however, I assume she doesn't need to look young and pretty to still get her way. No blame.
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