Found some more old photos

Friday, July 3rd, 2015 -( 14˚C / 57˚F @ 11:59 pm Atlantic time – in the dark here while we’re using “Startup Repair” to see if the windows 7 machine might still have some life ahead of it.)- Nora K.’s and Matt Kantrowitz’s Birthday today. 🙂 🙂

— Not all of these photos are in perfect shape, but wow, we had some beautiful cousins and friends-

Wallet sized photos

Our cousins, April, on the left and Jamie on the right. Jamie signed her photo with “6th grade” in 1984. There is a bit of dust on the photos that wouldn’t go away.

 

people and dogs posing in the shade.

Nora K. – I think in her back yard in Putney, in September of 1984 – Me on the right with Harley (who became ‘Charles’ when he grew up.) – more or less on my lap, he never was much for sitting still anywhere, and I don’t know if I ever knew the dogs’ names or who they might have belonged to. This photo is a bit fuzzy because of the weird finish.

Normal woman with tall, hairy guy.

Nancy A. – Cousin Lori’s friend, who I never knew all that well, but I rememer her birthday is July 16th? I look like a refugee from a rock band like Three Dog Night. This was some time in the 1980’s.

Two young women with annoying shadows.

Cindy G. and Denise M. (Now Lavery) – Two young women from the post office we used to work at in the 1980’s- in very bad lighting.

Nice looking young woman.

My friend, Lyn, in the late 1970’s, in Rutland, Vermont. The photo was in a plastic sheet for years and that might be what caused the strange lights or whatever that are dancing in front of her here. Looks like a special effect- fairy dust being sprinkled on her or something.

Me in my Navy uniform, around the time I graduated from boot camp.

And, me – from a nightmare I once had that I volunteered to serve my country and was subjected to the demonic company of ‘superiors’ who had been thoroughly warped by the insidious mindset of the military industrial complex. I survived, I think. This might have been a photo taken by a shipmate on a destroyer tender.

— It took me over 5 hours and an incredible amount of grief to get these photos scanned and then loaded into this blog from this computer. The computer played dead, and just before I buried it or chucked it into the nearest river, it said, ‘hey wait a minute, try running a ‘Startup Repair’ program.’ That may have worked. Meanwhile I scanned the photos into a G5 Mac because I was expecting to talk to my sister and mother using Skype and the Yummy MacBook was waiting for them to come on line. Which they never did. And the only other available computer that could do the job was the G5.

— But WordPress no longer likes G5’s because Apple, which, before they made deals with the devil- and/or Bill Gates and company – had been real good about making sure that all the latest and greatest software etc. would run on older Macs. But then the devil, Bill Gates, and the ‘Breedy Gastards’ of this world went out of their way to make sure a whole lot of planned obsolescence was built into anything worth having so people who should be relaxing and enjoying their lives have to be slaves to the demonic economic system we’ve been living under lately- oh never mind- So after I got an older version of “Mail” to work on the G5, then had to restart it because the danged thing would not allow me to ‘compose’ any email- and then I had to add another account because it couldn’t send anything from the original email account I set up with that app. And then, when I got the email message I sent to a gmail account that I can use on this stupid Windows 7 machine, six images came with six ghosts of themselves and I had to download 5 of those images twice because the ghosts insisted I wanted broken graphics for this = should have been really easy = project here. And the sixth image- I had to download three times to get it right.  Grumble, grumble, grumble – But anyway – Here we are. It’s almost six o-freakin clock on Nora K.’s birthday (I forgot her new last name- shame on me. But her husband’s name is Jim and he plays a guitar. Or at least did when I met him.

— Can I scream now? Or should I just chill? Lemme try to chill, sit back and smile and think I may have plowed my way through trials and tribulations that were hurled at me by the forces of schnarr, designed to ruin my outlook on life, liberty, love and the pursuit of happiness – And I came out on top. Or should I sit down and count my fingers and toes to be sure I’m still more or less all here?

( Um, I needed to update this a couple times do to spelling errors and schnarr like that there- )

— ( Laughing to myself at 6:00 am )

~~~~~ Jim

Planned Obsolescent Schnarr –

Friday, July 3rd, 2015 -( 22°C / 72°F @ 11:45 am under sunny skies on our side of the river here in Atlantic Canada )- -My friend, Greg’s daughter -Kyla-‘s birfday 🙂

Domino, looks like he was complaining about something or other- IN May of 2013

Domino, looks like he was complaining about something or other- In May of 2013

— Okay, let’s see. I can’t say this morning got off to a rough start because I’m still up since last night. The computer I rely on the most, the one I’m writing this on right now, is going blind on me- if I’m doing any graphic-heavy 3D stuff- the monitors suddenly go black and say “hey- we’re not connected to anything-” and since I got this computer specifically to work on completing my game world, and the game that’s supposed to happen inside that world- this is disconcerting. I better look up the spelling on that one, it doesn’t look right. Must be okay, the spell checker doesn’t like words with dashes attached to them, but ‘disconcerting’ passed their test.

— Planned obsolescence –  Do you think that anybody who ever thought it was a good idea to make sure stuff fell apart more sooner than later so they could sell more stuff should be drawn and quartered in public? I mean why wait until these mudder fuppers die and have to face their karma in their life reviews? For the same reason that judges are all going to be in big trouble when they have to explain themselves to the Man who told them “Judge not- that ye be judged-” It’s not my place to condemn ice holes for making everybody’s lives miserable? -Shrug- But every once in a while I want to be there when one of those ‘persons’ is in dire need of a quick ride to a hospital and the parts he so cleverly had his engineers make out of plastic instead of aluminum the way they had always been in the past- fall apart and the ice hole has to die alone in his vehicle because his clever designs worked so freakin well? I mean the height of this revenge type thinking would be, the poster child for planned obsolescence opens the door of his planned obsolete automobile, falls to the pavement and gasps for help and some homeless guy whose life he ruined comes over to him, blind drunk, opens his zipper and pees all over the slime ball while that evil ice hole gasps his last breaths and dies in an extreme state of fear. Grumble grumble grumble —

— But- on a lighter note – I did download over 750 photos (not all of them worth keeping) onto three different computers last night while dealing with computer catastrophes. The stupid ‘We know better than you do what you want to do’- routines inside one computer decided that I wanted all 757 photos to go get lost somewhere on a cloud, and told me my drop box was full. So I swore at that computer and told it to take those photos down from the flippin cloud and put them in a nice new file on my desktop. When it – obviously scared half to death – did what I told it to, I discovered a couple lost gems in that flippin cloud, that I never wanted anything to do with in the first place. No danged cloud has any business grabbing my stuff like that. And, oh yeah, the nearly lost gems on that should be lost cloud? – the above photo of Domino the Bengal Cat was one of them. Yum.

— And now I should belatedly get my posterior to bed. I’m going to skype with mom tonight, and she’s delighted to be able to see me and hear me when I do that. And now that I got my grumbling done, I won’t have to darken our conversation tonight with angry thoughts about ice holes who so freakin cleverly design things to fall apart a long time before they need to. – I won’t say, “May they rot in hell.” Because we’re already there, so how about, “May they open their eyes and realize they’ve created a living hell for themselves right here and now.” – Shrug. I often think I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, because I don’t collect enemies and sort them according to how rotten they are to their cores- But- Waking up in hell is a blessing that us truth-seeking ‘Angels-In-Training’ wish upon ourselves so we can continue our mission to manifest Heaven on Earth. & No, it’s not too late to keep trying to do that.

— Yay?

~~~~~ Jim (who tortures spelling checkers for fun, and has the poetic license to prove it can be done.)

Hacks, Extortion, & Schnarr like that

Thursday, June 18, 2015 -( 16°C / 61°F & Sunny with scattered clouds @ 9:30 am in Atlantic Canada )- Today  might be Paul McCartney’s birthday.

Screen shot of a world builder character.

Kaelyn planting flowers in the hills of Aerendel. Jim W used this screen shot for his new twitter background, Kaelyn got lost behind the tweets. – Oh, When you’re building a gaming world, you need to have a builder character in the area you’re creating and/or improving. That’s where Kaelyn came in. She’s a world improver.

— So we had a problem with a web provider. They claim our site was infected because we hadn’t purchased their security service, we did, but they wanted us to purchase their premium package which costs twice as much per year as their quoted price from their yearly hosting package.

—The odd thing is, they shut down our site on almost the same day as a guy who wrote a book on cyber-security fraud and extortion, claiming the U.S. Government is involved in a conspiracy to grab total control over everything on the internet. Part of this alleged plot involves cyber-security firms that appear to be a private industry on the surface but were found to have deep ties with the US Government when the author dug deeper.

— We contacted the author with a fairly wordy play by play description of what we were told and he told us to scrap the web provider and go with somebody bigger, who has more to lose if they’re caught with their hands in your cookie jar and somebody sees the US Federal Trade Commission pulling their strings behind the curtain. He suggested GoDaddy? We gotta think about that. Meanwhile, if any of you want to see what happens when extortionists shut down a web site for thinly veiled attempts to extort $189.99 per year above and beyond the $131.88 listed ‘renewal’ price. They’re currently claiming an introductory rate of $15.00 for the first year. If you’re considering going with a company that calls itself ‘Fat Cow web hosting’, think again. Look them up on your favourite search engine and visit their propaganda page on the web. Then look at http://www.aerendel.ca/blogz.html and pay attention to all the error pages they plastered on any page to ‘aerendel dot org’ that comes up.

— Shrug, check back here in a couple weeks or more to see what we decide to do.

— Thanks,

——— Jim d’Aerendel ——

 

 

 

Sunday, 31 August, 2014 – CBC News Headlines –

{ Copied & Pasted from “Radio Free Earth News” —Jim W— }

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Sunday, 31 August, 2014  -( 76˚F / 24˚C & Mostly Cloudy over Ithaca @ 5:30 pm ET )-

{ & again, these are not links. If you want to read these stories, listen to sound clips, or see any video -if there is any video- go to CBC dot CA/news. —Thanks. ———djo——— }

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{ I’ve been doing this because I believe  that the CBC may be more honest and more respectable than Media here in the U.S.A., AND not a lot of people in the U.S. may know that or have access to anyone who might point them toward the CBC & their web site. }

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Teachers with picket signs

Teachers In British Columbia on the picket lines with signs that highlight their issues.

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Lead Articles

Strike by teachers to keep B.C. schools closed on Tuesday   {  }

Putin calls for talks on ‘statehood’ in southeast Ukraine   {  }

WHO says equipment needed to contain Ebola in Senegal   {  }

Germany to send Iraqi Kurds  weapons for 4,000 fighters   {  }

 

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“Offbeat”

Greedy thief caught by waiting police in Happy Valley-Goose Bay   { Goose Bay is in Labrador. A ’19-year-old thief’ returned to a house he had allegedly broken into to get stuff he had allegedly left behind and the RCMP grabbed him. }

An enormous enchilada   { An enchilada more than 84 meters long and weighing one ton did not break the world’s record. 84 meters = 275 feet +7 &3/32nds inches. }

 

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“Most Viewed”

Health Canada pulling last of citronella-based bug sprays   { * Health Canada says there is an absence of adequate safety data. People who know there are issues with DEET based insect repellent and scientists who had tested citronella and found it ‘basically safe’ are ‘confused’ by Health Canada’s decision. There is a video “How to make a non-DEET bug spray with essential oils” with the article at >>—-> Link to Health Canada Article Page  —djo— }

B.C. teachers strike:$40-a-day parent pay registration opens    {*  The premier of B.C. says he will not interfere with the strike by legislating back-to-work orders. The Mediator who volunteered to help gave up and walked away. There were signs that teachers were carrying that called this a ‘lock out’. I don’t know any more than that.  —djo— }

Girl, 7, dies after falling off farming tractor in Tweed, Ontario   {  🙁 }

Shania Twain on P.E.I. concert: ‘I just feel at home here’   {  }

British boy with tumor found in Spain getting treatment   {  }

D.A.D.’s Bagels owner Kashmir Randhawa heartbroken over closure   { * The bagel shop was credited with reviving a neighborhood that most people had given up on. After 20 years of being there and attracting the kinds of residents who cleaned up the neighborhood and brought up property values- the shop’s landlord evicted them in favor of getting some higher rent tenants. —djo—  }

Bardarbunga volcano: Iceland lowers aviation warning after no ash detected   { * This almost sounds like a stupid  plot from a “B” movie about  black ops idiots trying to use a volcanic eruption to cover their shenanigans and the volcano refused to co-operate. —djo— }

 

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Other

China rejects open nominations for Hong Kong leadership   {  }

4 killed in likely gas leak explosion in Paris suburb   {  }

Israel calls on region to rebuild, disarm Gaza   {  }

Bolivian bus crash kills 10, injures 1 Canadian   {  }

NATO pushes for bigger crisis response brigade as Canada mulls opportunity   {  }

Iraqi and militia forces break 6-week siege of Shia town   {  }

While ISIS destroys, University of Toronto team battles to preserves historic texts   { Sounds suspiciously like a headline written by a propaganda agency- but maybe there’s a University professor or two who deserve a pat on the back. —djo— }

Texas abortion rules unconstitutional, judge rules   { * “Tough new Texas abortion restrictions are on hold after a federal judge found Republican-led efforts to hold abortion clinics to hospital-level operating standards unconstitutional in a ruling that spares more than a dozen clinics from imminent closure.”   —djo— }

-Must Watch- Sand-Diego’s amazing sculptures   {  }

CN train cars derail near Edmonton   {  }

Drones and dinosaurs   { Scientists are using drones to map ‘one of the world’s most important fossil sites’  —djo— }

Conservative fund raising runs into roadblock in Quebec   { 30 out of 75 ‘Conservative riding associations’ reported no donations at all to the Conservative party in 2013. – ‘Riding’ = voting district – Prime Minister of Canada, Stephen Harper, has sent his ‘Quebec lieutenant’, Denis Lebel, around the province on a whirlwind end of summer tour to generate interest and dollars. —djo—  }

EPA says smog rules should be up to 20% stronger   { * This is the U.S. EPA that’s being reported on here. —djo— }

 

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“Local / “New Brunswick”

Trinity Western approval causes N.B. lawyers to speak out   { Trinity Western University is a ‘faith-based university’. The Law Society of New Brunswick voted in June to accredit the law program of that school while other Provinces in Canada do not accept lawyers into their bar associations if they graduated from that school’s program. Some lawyers are worried that law school graduates from that university might have a very slanted view of human rights that might be “Un-Canadian”.  —djo—  }

Moncton RCMP fund gets boost from Confederation Bridge fundraiser   { }

Drone captures bird’s-eye-view of Bathurst   { * Drones video-capturing images of people in their own homes and interfering with commercial airlines’ flights have been controversial lately. —djo— }

Halibut-tracking test hopes to prove quota increase needed   {  }

NDP’s Dominic Cardy proposes local government overhaul   {  }

Brian Gallant struggles to articulate campaign message   { * Now this sounds extraordinarily slanted to me- —djo— }

Arts funding needed despite financial crisis, ex-Lt-Gov. says  { A couple days ago the ex-Lieutenant Governor of New Brunswick was quoted as saying that Artists fuel innovation —djo— }

 

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{ 7:47 pm -after dealing with one barking dog, ready to check for typos and colorize this thing.      ———djo——— }

Time Dancer

 
 it feels like a dance
Doesn’t it?
                   feel-
                           like a dance?
 
 
There we were-all of us
sitting around the fire,
talking, laughing, drinking wine,
smoking, thinking about life-
each of us- a Universe of our own
all of our worlds suspended
for a while
while we lived in a moment
too fragile to touch
too real to question
you got up- and
Turned-
to the West
 
                                 I rose and
turned
to the East
 
                  Everyone stood and
turned from our
circle
 
We stepped into shadows
to find the worlds
                               we thought
                               we wanted
 
we danced
through darkness
                      and moonlight
 
                                                                     through deserts
                                                                            and sunlight
 
through cities
              and lamplight
 
                                                                  through mountains
                                                                             and starlight
 
across oceans
and fire light
 
                                                                          through garbage
                                                                            and candle light
 
But-
every once in a while
                           one or more of us
                  lost interest
                                       in the dance
 
                                                                                No,
                                                                                this game
                                                                                wasn’t enough
 
too many dreams
had died
 
we stumbled
back to our circle,
fanned the embers
relit the fires
 
we met in twos and threes
and almost remembered
who we’d been and
where we’d started-
 
we talked and dreamed and
caught a new idea, a vision-
 
                                   Then, with our
                                   New Vision, unspoken
                                   we found new strength
 
                                                                               and fed each other
                                                                               on our bright new
                                                                               enthusiasm
                                                                               as we cried each other’s tears
                                                              over what we’d lost
 
                                    and we usually agreed
                                    there wasn’t enough – out there
                                    to hold our attention
                                    for long
                                    but then again
                                    we kept on
                                    getting back up on our feet
 
and danced back
                         into the shadows
 
perhaps I
stayed away the longest
perhaps
I danced the farthest
from that light
that always
called us back
together
 
                                                                  perhaps I
                                                                  watched my dreams
                                                                  too often
                                                                  go up in smoke
                                                                  too soon-
                                                                  – I
 
learned to hold on
-maybe much too tight- ly
to each second I
spent
in your company-
-with any one of us
I’d accidentally
learned to recognize-
-in chance meetings
in the strangest places
 
where and when our
dancing
brought us
face to face
with anyone
we thought we
-knew from somewhere-
 
like the free and easy
celebration of spring
where somebody who knew somebody
let a friend tag along
and I’d barely seen her
when my heart wanted to soar
to leap with joy at the idea
that she was actually
in the same world with me-
but then, some guy I
probably would have liked
came back from somewhere, and
put his arm around her shoulder
and grinned at me as if to say
-look all you want
-she’s mine tonight
and I wondered why I
wanted to
tear his heart out
on the spot
 
and me, I-
tripped over something
in the dark
 
and rolled to my knees
in some
strangely lighted fog
 
I stumbled and called
and whimpered
and screamed
 
I stood up
and listened
 
and walked
against the wind
 
and maybe blinked
once or twice
 
and found myself
back here
where we
started
 
I looked around,
                     there was no one
here-
                I struck a match and
lit a lantern
 
and sat down and
waited
 
-You’re the one -I
came closest to-
          -most often
 
stumbling back home,
in your own trajectory
– you looked a bit like
maybe you
were almost ready
                to join me
 
and I thought about us all
I remembered every shadow
every light,
every flicker of joy-
every mountain
                            every pit
 
every dancer
             every sanctuary
                              and I felt
                                            every dancer
                                                       dancing through me
 
turning and leaping
                                                        stepping and falling
phantoms in a shadow land
                                                       everyone a little sick
of spiraling so far out
 
Everyone a little closer to knowing
what we’d gone off to learn
                          -That everything we really wanted
                       we’d all had to begin with
              so long ago
with each other
 
I closed my eyes
and felt a restless tide
swelling through our
empty spaces
 
washing all the lands
we’d ever visited
 
I saw the restless thoughts
of every dreaming phantom
falling lifeless as the core
of our existence
refined the hunger
we’d been feeling
 
I reached for the light-
 
I felt you- all of you-
all of us dancing
all of us turning
and missing the beat
 
dropping our hands, disgusted
 
one by one returning
 
to the center of our circle
 
where I guess I’m
 
the first one back
 
sitting here with a silly grin
 
waiting to greet you
 
with this universe’s greatest laughter
 
crying,
             Welcome Home!
 
-Where in hell have you been this time?
 
——— Jim Wellington

“Amtrack”

7-9-87 (July 9, 1987)

 

“AmTrak”

Trees and towns
factories
single cabins
whole developments
new communities
a trailer park
a factory
a river
sudden tunnel
high bank
a burnt out bus on its side
stagnant pond
swimming beach
golf course
forest
and through the trees
traces of glimpses
of lives
little triumphs
wasted ages
death and pain
birth and hope
schemes and dreams
honest toil and con
games.

Time out
to visit the
café car

there are a bunch of
French Canadians on this train
(Uruguay?)
I mistook an Uruguayan
for one of them
she’s a writer
I flirted shamelessly
-gave her my name &
address, she said,
I was interesting
maybe she’ll write.

darkness descends
on a world in
two dimensional
motion

the patterns of the
leaves of trees
crawl like snakeskin

dirty towns
dirty factories
come and go

the world has been
painted
on several
opague screens
backlit as we
rush past
to the
rock and roll rhythm
that never quite completely
hypnotizes
us

now the painted
scenery
moves
at varying speeds
past the train
while high tech
attendants
push buttons
to swing and sway
and rock and
hesitate
then roll and
accelerate
to make us believe
in the illusion
that we
are actually
moving.

I could fall
in love a dozen times
an hour
on this train
maybe more if I
write less
and watch the passengers
more
There must be five
young women
on this train, in this car?
I’ve decided
I could love forever
a couple of them
no doubt would be married
there’s one-
3 seats in front of me
facing me-
glancing my way
and smiling when she
catches me
glancing back
Absolutely too cute
button nose
two pony tails
totally baffled
by obstacles like
door release buttons
and luggage racks
fixing her hair by her refelction
in the window
totally ignored by the
guy she’s sitting with.
-must be her brother

-an hour later?

I just saw the
Uruguayan?
again
she’s writing away in her notebook
almost as frantic as I am
while the other woman
I fell in love with since, maybe
Baltimore?
got up and looked around
stepped over her
sleeping brother
and
walking this way
almost fell in my lap.
“I forgot-” she said,
“Which way to the lunch car?”

I couldn’t pass this one up
“I’ll show you- I’m hungry too”
She smiles then seems impressed
when I stand up
“You’re tall-”

Her name was Hillary
from Philadelphia
the guy ignoring her
is her cousin
She found it fascinating
that I was a writer
and wanted to know
if she would end up
in anything I ever wrote.

She wrote down her name
and address and
phone number
and then looked sad
and told me
she was supposed to
meet the man
almost twice her age
her family had promised her to
so the mob
wouldn’t kill her mother and her brothers,
and maybe finally,
her broken father.

I blurted out
“Is there anything I can do?”
She looked desperate, then defeated
shook her head, “No- that would
get my family
butchered or worse.”

I paid for her food
on the way back
to our car
she pushed me into a men’s room,
kissed me desperately,
moved my hands to grope her-
then pushed me away,
straightened her
clothing and made me
check to see
that there was nobody
in the corridor
and I walked her
back to our car-
she gestured that
I should stay in my own seat
walked back to her
cousin
sat down and hid behind
a “Bride” magazine.

I fell asleep
woke up a couple
hours later
saw her as she
was still hiding behind
that magazine
and hoped I dreamed
the whole trip
to the dining car.

Train rides
will never
be the same.

Jim

Jim

Friday, January 10, 2003 –

Friday, 10 January, 2003 – ((¿ “22˚C in Helsinki, Finland” ?? Plus or minus??? ))

Alphaville is down.

((( ¿ = Nocyewitness.com =??? could have read that wrong. can’t read my own writing??? )))  10:00 am.

[[[ Marcia Near Amsterdam alkma-?-r-or-v.nl ??? ]]] { Asc = Scorpio, Sun = Scorpio, Moon=Taurus } ((( hometown.aol.com ?? )))

Diddie G

Rocks, Babbling Brook –

((( www.blueboxes2002.com <— web address does not work 🙂 Chloe Lane <–in game name 🙂 28, married, 2 kids, moving to Atlanta from FLA ??? )))

{{ I hope I’m only putting up addresses that are obsolete here…. }}

Saturday, January 04, 2003 –

Saturday, January 4th, 2003.  -( -4˚C @ 10:00 am )-

¿ =

Aerendelian Consulate

Aerendel Retreat

Life Research Centre

Trans-Dimensional Living Centre

Alliance d’Aerendel

Aerendel Institute

Conference Centre

Friday, January 3, 2003 – Feng Shui design for sims online?

Friday, January 3, 2003. -(-4˚C & snowing @ 5:25 am )- { Aunt Marjorie’s B’day }

-Designed a new house using feng shui principals:

Meditation Garden in the centre of the house. (Soul of the House)

— From wherever you enter a house – the

Far back -left corner is your prosperity corner. (“Wealth”)

back-center is “Fame”

back-right is “Relationships” (I put a master bedroom with an ensuite & hot tub back there?)

Middle left is “Family” area

Middle right is “Creativity & Children” area

Front (near?) left is “Knowledge” (Good place for a library/computer?)

Front (near) middle is “Career” zone

Front (near) right is “Helpful People” area.