Rainy Father’s Day

Sunday, 21 June, 2015 -( 12˚C / 54˚F & Raining in economically depressed (?)  New Brunswick @ 7:15 pm )-

Cat napping near a window on a rainy day.

Moe taking advantage of the sleepy wet weather in his favourite spot on of the custom made cat shelves we still haven’t reassembled into the cat friendly stuff we took apart when we traveled here from where we used to be, but he’s in a cat friendly window, on the cat friendly porch- so all is just about right with the world.

( Cat napping near a window on a rainy day. )
Moe taking advantage of the sleepy wet weather in his favourite spot on of the custom made cat shelves we still haven’t reassembled into the cat friendly stuff we took apart when we traveled here from where we used to be, but he’s in a cat friendly window, on the cat friendly porch- so all is just about right with the world.
— We had our first ice cream treat of the year yesterday to sort of celebrate Fathers’ Day, after running out for a couple things at a couple stores. And looking around at rocks and things.

Deer Cam Video Still

Wet day as seen through the ‘deer cam’ that spots hungry deer on the hill back there.

( Deer Cam Video still. )

Wet day as seen through the ‘deer cam’ that spots hungry deer on the hill back there.
— And I found out this morning that we had been able to ‘comply’ with our web provider’s least expensive option, delete everything on the server and upload the ‘clean’ previous back-up save. So I pretty much spent the entire day updating stuff and deleting possible security problems.

— F’ rinstance, I spent way too much time re-uploading one blog, stalling when it came to a suspicious file, deleting old themes and other hiding places for sociopathic code, trying again to finish uploading a suspicious back up when I could have reverted to an earlier back-up and skipped a lot of unnecessary grief, since that blog had been idle since the earlier bak-up. But I couldn’t know that- not until I finished the whole exhausting process and gone back to check the ‘postings’. -sigh-

— shrug

— But we’re back—

——— jda ———

Day 27 / Snow-Vember, 2014 – Nice Quiet Blizzard Sneaking Up On Us –

Thursday, 27 ‘Snow-Vember’, 2014 – -( -1°C / +30°F & “Light Snow” which has dumped almost a foot/30 cm on us in 12 hours @6 am in Atlantic Canada )-

— Jim W, who is braver than I am, went out and shoveled a little bit already, says it might have been called ‘heavy wet snow’, but it isn’t that heavy. He measured it and says his driveway isn’t quite covered in a nice, uniform depth but most of it is 12 inches deep, with scooped out- partially wind cleared areas down at 6 or seven inches and he’s guessing the average is up around 9-12 inches, or 22-30 cm.

I hurt just thinking about it.

photos later, maybe

~~~~~  ———jda——

Day 26 / November, 2014 -Happy Birthday Val & Joe – & We Have A Winter Storm Warning In Effect :

Wednesday, November 26, 2014 – -( +4°C / 39°F & grey & damp outside @ 3:15 pm around here )-

Blooming Christms Cactus

Photo of Cathi’s Corner with blooming “Christmas Cactus” – photo by —jim w—

We talked Doug into getting his own twitter account rather than rely one one of us to do his tweet searches for him.

Doug's First Tweet.

Doug’s sent one original message, and retweeted 2, commented on one- there may be hope for him yet. no, he ain’t no luddite, he works w/computers and anything more might be overkill

& Doug sent us a photo -that should be below this-

snowy parking lot

Doug sent this from his little corner of New York state.

—Heavy duty storm on its way. They’re calling it a nor’easter. Expect as much as 30 cm / 1 foot of snow over night & into tomorrow.

—Uh, I’m feeling brain dead, but there’s a lot of that going around, 90% of the nonsense coming at me from the Tweet-us-sphere is telling us stuff I don’t really care about re: Jian Ghomeshi’s adventures in court.

Um, & Jim W says he’s almost feeling human again.

—Yay? —— ehhh?—,

———jda——

25 November, 2014 – First Voices Indigenous Radio:

{  Message copied and pasted from email ———jda—— }

=====

Still Tuesday, November 25th, 2014  -( +14°C / 57°F & There has been sunlight and interesting shadows @ 3:00 pm in Atlantic Canada )-

After facebook contact with a good friend from WPKN radio, where I used to hang out, in Bridgeport, Connecticut, about 50 miles from NYC, I wiggled a few wires and got the speakers back at something like peak sound and listened to a couple things.

But I have to tell you, an airing of last year’s Thanksgiving (U.S. dates) program from First Voices Indigenous Radio knocked me out. It was that good. Tiokasin Ghosthorse played a recording of John Trudell of the Dakota Nation from Thanksgiving 1980. He talks about the difference between real power and brutality, and described the tactics that corporate amerika uses to convince good people that it’s hopeless to try to resist their ‘progress’ as they enslave and exploit us all. John Trudell also tells us that if we are true to the earth, the Earth will protect us.

This is an amazing talk and if this link works, I will encourage everybody to listen to it- *  Link  * you will have to open the page and click on “First Voices Indigenous Radio November 21, 2013 [dot] mp3.

It should be more than worth listening to.

~~~~~Jim W

Wednesday, 19 November, 2014 – Weird Feeling & Cat Fights

Wednesday, November 19th, 2014 -( -6°C / +21°F @ 5:40 am )-

It is now 8:30 am

I woke up around 5 am, had a feeling that something was ‘wrong’ with the world, like something major had happened.

I didn’t wake Cathi, her sleep is precious and if a three hundred foot Tsunami was coming, Yes I would wake her and get us somewhere above that height, but short of that, she needs to have her head on her shoulders and in close to full functioning mode for work.

I wanted to check our friendly news services, but the computer was weird. It wasn’t quite frozen, but it wouldn’t load, or refresh, graphics. Trying to refresh a different page in firefox, it got hung up trying to connect to ‘ad.[something].ru’ and I wondered if something had happened between here and Russia, like maybe somebody pulled the plug on international connections via the internet. I tried loading a wordpress page – and that page got hung up trying to load an ‘iSomething.1wp.something-else’

So I told the computer to restart.

It did. It can’t find the system fan so I had to tell it to go ahead and start up anyway, I’ve got the case open and a small external fan is blowing on the cranky system fan that starts up, yawns, sometimes plays happily for hours, sometimes says, ‘oh the hell with this’ makes too much grinding type noises and shuts itself off. The external fan does the job better than the system fan did anyway. [ mumble mumble schnarr schnarr planned fuppin obsolescence schnarr schnarr schnarr- ]

Okay, spiffy decent windows 7 computer gets back up, and the blinkin’ graphics still didn’t want to load. But when I broadcast images of computers sinking under multiple fathoms of sea water from my imagination into the cpu, it said, okay, you mean business, I’ll be good, please don’t drown me-

And- so far anyway, there’s no freaking huge headlines about nuclear bombs hitting anybody’s infrastructure with emp’s or anything.

Cathi got up at her usual time, was getting ready for work I was staying out of her way, and when I got a chance, I told her about my weird feeling that something was wrong, and her jaw dropped.

She had awakened about half an hour before I did with that, “Something awful is happening somewhere-” creepy feeling that my sister might have called the ‘heeby jeebies’.

And the dog was his usual pain in the bum self, wanting to be right in the middle of anywhere anybody wanted to go, staring at the refrigerator and looking at us, looking at the refrigerator, and back at us, until we either give up and get him something, or chance major injuries trying to push him out of the way, or sit down and try to explain to her boss that she can’t come to work because this hundred and twenty five pound dog won’t let her get back to her bedroom to finish getting dressed and ready for work.

Sigh.

Well, Cathi drove out of our driveway. I let the dog out and I thought I’d blog about my weird apprehensive feeling and climbed into the office – I have a piece of 12 inch wide shelf wood blocking the door from animals who might be too lazy to jump over that- It actually keeps the dog at bay, and he could easily step over it.

I almost sat down at the computer when we had hissing and loud meowing and scrambling noises and I turned around and made it back to the door to see one cat with his teeth clamped on the other one’s shoulder, and Moe, the orange trouble maker, looking like he was really worried about this. So I screamed and Domino let go and turned and ran back into his sanctuary and Max, who most likely had started it, got up and scurried into the kitchen, the other way.

I checked on Domino, who was up on top of one of his perches, looking worried that Max might attack again. I went into the kitchen, no Max. I looked under the kitchen table and then around the corner through the open door, onto the porch- there was Max, sitting on the floor, thinking about things. I glanced and saw that the dry food bowl was empty, went back to the bag, got a handful of dry food and some cat treats, gave Domino a little of each, and went back to the porch.

I put the handful of dry food in the empty bowl and deposited half a handful of treats near it and the rest on the floor in front of Max. — The dog was still outside and didn’t look like he wanted to come in yet, which is odd, but I walked back toward the porch off the kitchen, and there was a puddle of blood under Max. I grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at it, saw a slight trail of blood coming from his shoulder, bright red blood, and thought, oh no, did Domino bite into an artery? And dabbed at it. -Max, who was eating his treats, did not seem to mind being dabbed at. He looked stunned, but didn’t look like he was in any pain. I stayed there long enough to see that no blood was squirting out of his shoulder, so I hoped that meant that no arteries had been sliced. I waited a couple minutes, Max did not keel over dead and no more blood oozed or squirted from his shoulder wound, so I decided to get the cats’ morning wet food into their bowls and put Max’s bowl into the crate that Moe likes to go into whenever he wants to feel safe or whatever. I did that, Max didn’t want to go all the way into the crate, but I managed to get him in and close the door. Then I got him some water, and another half a hand full of dry food. He looked at the closed crate door and wondered why he was in a crate, but didn’t start complaining and went back to greedily chomping on wet and dry food. I went back to soak up the blood on the floor and saw another small puddle where Max had landed when he jumped up on top of the cat-friendly claw cleaning post that used to be a guitar amplifier’s extension speaker.

I called Cathi’s work number, left a message, checked on the dog, he was happily sitting out front, surveying his domain, I finished fixing his morning crunch crunch and broken up piece of bread, which I figured would keep him busy for ten seconds or so when he did finally decided to come back in, checked on the cats, made sure Domino was okay, had more than enough dry food, a few extra grains of cat treat and available water and all that, went and sat down at the computer and Cathi called.

We talked for ten minutes. Max was still alive inside the crate, had food to look at and water to look at and a closed crate gate to look at and, strangely enough, wasn’t complaining.

The dog started barking at somebody who was heading for the nearest bus stop and didn’t want to come in, but finally did.

And here we are.

— I blew it for NaBloPoMo month yesterday when I got distracted by an orange cat who wanted me to know that he could cause a lot of pain with his claws and my leg if I didn’t drop everything and cater to his whims right then and there, I forgot to come back to finish that up and forgot to post it before midnight. & apparently, when you manually save a draft early on, like right after you write out the date, the time and the temperature on the top line, um, after you do a manual ‘save draft’ the auto save drafts function doesn’t feel like it has to pay attention to anything and goes to sleep. And if weird graphics freezes happen and you think you’ve got everything saved and tell the computer to restart, well, you lose the stuff you forgot about, that should have been auto-saved, but didn’t think it should bother and, can I scream now? —why bother?

—Okay, it’s after 9:30 am now. We have a big black dog blocking my side of the bedroom, a large orange cat happily occupying Cathi’s spot. Domino is curled up on one of his safe perches, sleeping peacefully and Max is still alive staring at the closed door and not complaining about being in the crate. I can’t say things are normal, because things are never normal with our pets, but this is close.

—Weird moning news, signing off—,

~~~~~ ———jda———

Day 16 / Sunday / Happy Birthday, Doug

Sunday, 16 November, 2014 -( +2°C / +36°F @ 4 pm with grey skies and pets a little nutsier than usual )-

I’m less than 600 words from a NaNoWriMo and a half in 16 days. I remember typing thirty pages a day in around 1990. Right now I’ve typed 126 pages in 16 days. And I have several pages of “Out Takes” that I typed and winced about and pulled out, and some stuff I typed and winced about than then deleted.

It’s not that the spirit of NaNo has been violated by me editing as I go, I hit the 50,000 page goal on November 11th, and then slowed down and re-thought the opening I wanted for the story when NaNo is a memory and this story is trying to live on its own.

This is a prequel to my already 5,000 pages at last count great unamerikan novel. When NaNoWriMo begins during a Mercury Retrograde time, you can almost guarantee yourself that you’re not going to finish anything you start for NaNo month. So I continued something I’ve been working on for years. This novel, or cycle of novels might be older than most of the people participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Some of the new characters that popped into the lives of the main characters when they were back in Junior High School, before everything else happened, are so vivid and real to me that I can see them walking around and clowning without trying. I can almost believe they will be waiting for me when I leave this mortal coil. Two of them were just talking about whether they believed in God or not this morning, well, in a conversation that was supposed to have taken place, duh – 50 years ago?

So my current total is 74, 408 words.

—yay–,

—Yawn—

Happy Birthday, Doug!

 ———jda——

The 15th Was A Very Cold Morning

Saturday, 15 November, 2014  -( -4°C / 25°F & dark @ 10:45 pm )-

Dreams: When I finally got to sleep, I slept longer and more comfortably than I have in a long time. The last series of dreams I had put me into television plots with characters from television series. The one I’m highlighting here had a television detective going undercover, living with me, renting an apartment in a building I inherited, ‘recuperating from a vehicle injury that had damaged his memory’ while actually having only physical injuries, while he was looking for evidence that I was involved in some kind of crime organization. He gradually realized that I was not a bad guy, I didn’t like cops, but cops from other cities were actively trying to frame me for their crimes. They tried to frame him along with me. While I was waking up- characters from other, unrelated television series became involved, like a teevee doctor from one series and characters from a sitcom moved into my apartment building. I think one or more of the Doctor Who ‘Doctors’ was also involved, possibly as a side plot.

I’m going to leave this here. today. I don’t know how much farther I got with my NaNoWriMo novel, I went through a lot of changes in what I wanted to use as the opening few pages and figure I have that luxury, having crossed the finish line last Tuesday. Maybe I’ll take the revisions and paste them into the beginning and see what I’ve got and take a word count and post the number in another post in a few minutes. But this is all for now.

—thanks,

~~~~~ ———jda——

The 14th is a Snowy Friday

Friday, 14 November, 2014 -( +1°C / 33°F @ 11:11 am )- -(Another source says it’s 0°C / 32°F )- with light snow falling here in Atlantic Canada.

This is a dream I had yesterday afternoon:

Thursday, November 13th, 2014: about 4:30-5:00 in the afternoon?:

Cathi was home sick for the second day in a row. I had felt progressively more and more lousy since last night. I had given up on trying to sleep. My muscles were aching and burning, I couldn’t get comfortable.

So I got up around 6:30 am and tried to blog, couldn’t. Didn’t just feel lousy in the physical sense, I had pins and needles in my head and couldn’t concentrate. I did manage to get a couple blogging things done before 4 pm.

And, around 4:00 – 4:15 pm, I tried again, went and laid down, said a couple prayers, tried to relax tension that kept finding new ways to sneak up on me and feel my muscles in a not-relaxed state, the minor stinging and burning stuff was trying to come back.

But I finally did fall asleep. And had a couple dreams in a short time.

The most vivid sequence:

I dreamed I was in a bed in a room that isn’t here, not in this house- and there was a doorway to another room a couple feet beyond the foot of that bed and a window in the room beyond the doorway. Daylight was coming in through the window, not overly bright, but daylight.

I heard something and raised my head to see a black shadow form of a human being. I thought it was a man or a male, by the shape of the shadow’s head, no long hair shadow. Also it looked like a solid shadow, a three dimensional one.

I drifted away from that dream and came back and told the shadow to go away, it wasn’t supposed to be here. And I started waking up, or at least dreaming I was waking up, hovering between states in a place that wasn’t quite ‘here’.

It took a while, but a child’s voice came into focus. At least it sounded like a child’s voice, a boy’s. It sounded young, kind of high pitched, not infantile, but childlike, pre-adolescent? and it sounded like I was listening to the voice through a watery filter.

He said, “I was born here- you sound like you have an accent-”

I knew he was waiting for a reply, I told him, “Yes, I was born in the U.S.A. and moved here several years ago.” And I went on to tell him that he shouldn’t stay in this world, if he was stuck he could go to the light.

I told him what the most reliable source on ghostly phenomena that I know told me, I died in a car crash in 1934 and ‘haunted’ Chicago for four years, but I made it out of that existence and if he tried, he could travel back in time and check that out and see what happened. If I’m back here, living a ‘new life’ he could safely go to the ‘other side’ and come back, I think- pretty much any time he wanted to.

I felt like he was pretty happy about that. And while I was writing this here just now, I felt like he was reading ‘over my shoulder’ and approved, and was happy that I was telling his story.

Cathi has done more research on geneology stuff than I have, and she knew how to follow the family name of people who lived in this house before we did.

She thinks that two owners ago the guy who lived here was pre-deceased by a son. When I told her about the dream/contact with the young male person she wondered if that was him.

If it was, I hope he is not stuck here, trapped either by fear or some sort of dogma or lack of understanding, or a belief that that’s what happen when people die, you stay here-

I felt pretty darned good after that, like the angelic help I was trying to call on in the background while I was talking to the young person came through, helped the boy and came back to tell me he’d moved on, might be back again, but is not stuck here. Somebody communicated with positive emotion.

That was the best I felt in a couple days.

—Hope I’m not coming down with anything—

—thanks,

 ———jda——

Friday the 13th is a Thursday this month?

Thursday, November 13th, 2014. -(+5°C / 41°F & Sunny, w/blue skies & “clear” @ 3:33 pm in Atlantic Canada )-

Bear sitting at a picnic table.

“Don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee-“

Disheartened? I was feeling that a while ago. Cathi’s still sick. I’m apparently coming down with whatever she’s got, weird aches and pains and pervasive ‘blahs’. This blog is no longer listed in the nablopomo list on the page I signed up for. I did wonder if I’d signed up in the wrong place and went back to check, saw this blog listed as #1066, thought that might be a significant number. And yesterday, rechecking, we’re not listed any more. I have no idea why not. I’m thinkin that somebody on their end isn’t doin a lot of communicatin. Maybe this stupid exercise isn’t official. Maybe I didn’t see something somewhere that might have told me I had to do something I haven’t done or shouldn’t do something I have done. Or maybe I don’t meet their unpublished criteria. Shrug.

Dreams: Yup, again, many. The only one I can remember is one I told Cathi about. My mother was in the bathtub upstairs in our old house down there in the smoke of Fairfield county. The bathroom was over the kitchen. I was at the sink. The kitchen sink was probably right under the bathroom sink and the bathtub would have been over the kitchen table. But as I was standing at the kitchen sink water started raining down through the ceiling over that sink, from more than half a dozen spots. I ran upstairs and told her through the door that water was leaking into the kitchen below. She asked me a question about what I’d said, or something, I don’t remember what she asked in the dream.

Sleep? Forget it. I was up and down from the time I climbed into bed until I gave up at about 6:15 am.

Health? forget it. We haven’t built up an immunity to New Brunswick germs yet. Anything that comes along is debilitating.

NaNo? by their count through a validation doozy? 54,510. Through the Open Office Word Count function: 55,131.

NaBlo? Who cares?

Etc.? = Gaaaaaa! I’m going to pass out soon.

—Grumble Grumble–,

~~~~~ ———jda——

Tuesday / Day 11 / Remembrance Day In Canada

Tuesday, November 11th, 2014  -( +9°C / 48°F @ 4:30 pm with sun set approaching and clear skies in Atlantic Canada )-

Remembrance Day in Canada, Armistice Day in ‘The lower 48’.

>>———> Link : Fracking Causes earthquakes in Alberta: University of Alberta Study <———<<

NaNoWriMo:  I wrote all night, stopped NaNo at 48, 778 words That was adding 8,283 words between midnight and 6:30 am after adding somethig like 341 words between 11:00 pm and midnight. I have something like 1,222 words to go to finish & ‘Win’ the NaNoWriMo Challenge this year. I have no idea how much I will feel like I have to do to bring that story in line with what with I did before NaNo- to make it feel complete. I know I will have to edit the stuff that went before, there is some implausible stuff in there that needs to be toned down or eliminated. I got through a particularly sexy scene last night, may need to re-think that, in whole or edit some of its details later, but I thought it was important, and I liked the way the kids in the story handled that.

Sleep: After checking email and stuff, and feeding and letting animals outside to pee etc, it was after 11:00 before I got to bed – Somebody was shooting off cannons, like once a minute, I thought I counted 11 kabooms and wondered where they were doing that, and then drifted off, probably something like 11:30 am and woke up disoriented at about 4:30 (4:25 when I first looked at the clock) So in my weird non schedule, I got 5 hours of sleep today. Pretty much slept through in one block. No restless reawakening, needing to run to the washroom or anything.

Dreams: I had some, and bad me again, I did not immediately write anything down upon awakening, so a few short minutes after waking up enough to say so the details were gone and I felt like I’d lost something, like maybe my memory was slowly failing me, and may have accelerated to the point where this can happen in recent months. Or it could be that as far as dream cycles go, I’m in a non-memorable stretch and whatever I dreamed wasn’t worth remembering.

Automobile-like schnarr: Cathi used a weird new drill bit thing to work on the Jeep’s tail light -one screw had frozen and made it impossible to change the light bulb to replace the burned out brake light bulb on the right side in the rear- while I slept. –today is her Holiday from work– And told me it worked ‘great’. She also started the jeep up and let it run a bit, it did not stall, but she noticed that it’s ‘running on fumes’ so maybe if the problem that had it stall three times on the way back from the Irving Convenient store the last time I drove it there and back- might have been due to moisture in the gas lines, sounded a lot more probable to her, next time we go get gas, we should toss in some gas line anti freeze ‘dry gas’ and see if that works. She doesn’t want to find out the Jeep needs a couple thousand bucks worth of attention, and between unethical repair guys and the possibility that letting the jeep sit idle too long might cause bigger problems again- we will have to see what we can do to check out the, ‘try the simplest-cheapest approach first’ method of coping with vehicular schnarr, and soon.

Allergies: Eyes burning, minor aches all over.

Outlook: Not bad.

—shrug–