Mother Nature is working overtime to replace the water that certain places have lost due to shifting weather patterns. Or something like that. I know that the patterns have changed because they are completely different in a lot of ways to when I was growing up. Might be climate change or it might just be a new natural pattern or something. I’m not in possession of the full data so it’s hard for me to make a good call on this one.
Regardless the storm woke me up at around 2 a.m. this morning and I kind of dozed until I had to get up at 4:30 a.m. so I didn’t get as much sleep as I do normally but it was enough that I’m not all that tired today.
Still got stuff discombobulated at home right now. A lot of the clothes are lying around in the living room and I still haven’t gotten a replacement chair for myself and my daughter. That means I can’t put the entire set of our current office chairs out on the street. I really want to put them out as a set because they are such useful chairs that I want them to go as a set of four.
Can’t mow the lawn tomorrow due to all the rain because it’ll be all muddy but I should be able to spray the weeds out back. This is of course provided that it’s not still raining tomorrow.
I really hope the rain stops for the rest of the week. I’m likely going to have to fill up my truck tomorrow if it’s still raining and that’s yet another $50 or so of money spent that could be spent elsewhere.
Speaking of which my Rotring 500 pencils came in. The nice, metal, German made, quality mechanical pencils that should last me quite some time. Now all I need to do is collect the 500 or 600 model roller-ball and I should not have to buy anything but refills for as long as I own these.
I truly despise disposable pens. Everybody should have a good writing instrument that reflects who they are. Unfortunately writing of any great amount seems to be going by the wayside these days. Besides the words I post here I write about 500 words or so a day in my two paper journals. That might seem like it’s not a lot but it is actually fairly lengthly. It helps my hands stay in shape and it allows me a truly private place to keep personal thoughts as opposed to the public ones I post here. I recommend it to everybody.
And even if you don’t write then find a sketchbook and doodle your thoughts. Something. Anything! There’s something about producing things in a form that requires no power and could potentially be there long after you’re gone. Somehow I don’t think all these web services will exist in 200 years. They’ll have become something entirely different by then and a good portion of all this content will likely be lost.
That’s one of my biggest fears for who we are at this time and in this place. All we are could be gone tomorrow. Tomorrow.
There’s a distinct possibility that we won’t survive the future either through our own actions or our own inaction. And that would be most unfortunate because we have quite a bit to offer the universe. We’re creative, inventive, joyful, sorrowful, and many many other things. We’re not likely the only ones in the universe like that but through my own hubris as a human being I like to think we offer our own special...flavor...of the things we do and feel and know. It’d be a shame to lose that. It’d be an even bigger shame to lose that by our own hand...