Feeling Superfluous.

 Feeling Superfluous.

 

One of my neighbors just shooed a hen back into the yard. These critters! Thompson loves to get out and chase wabbits, and the hens like to get out and scratch up my flowers or just graze on insects. And what does the old woman do? Not a whole bunch of anything. Folded (finally) the clothes washed the other day and put them semi-away. Only “semi” for the simple fact that they are the same clothes worn nearly every day and just sit on top of Sylvia’s crate waiting for me to use them again. And yes, they could easily be hung in the closet, but you know how it is. Lazy ol’ woman just puts them where it is handy.

 

Saw an article online first thing this morning that said a serious breach of security had occurred in which millions of passwords had been downloaded. Oh joy! Anyway, the old woman decided to change all of her passwords and write the new ones down (in pencil) in her password book provided by a very thoughtful daughter. Meanwhile, AOL did not exactly want to accept what was offered and finally told me that it would not send me any more codes today. ARGH! Just need to be more patient or something along those lines.

 

Read an article by Tara Ross about how ice cream had been considered a comfort food during the war, but think it was WWII rather than WWI. Anyway, they had entire boats just to provide ice cream to soldiers and sailors to encourage morale among the men. They had dehydrated stuff that they mixed up and froze on the ships. Bet it would have been fascinating to learn about that in real life. But then wondered what it tasted like.

 

Max was the one who got my hen to get back over the fence, and we talked about how he was teaching using VR now—that’s Virtual Reality. Patty said that is how DG, Donny’s son, is teaching up at Ft. Sill. Max says that all the students need is a few videos, YouTube, and VR to learn how to do things—supposedly. Have never used anything like VR, but it really seems strange to think that a person could learn to take a gun apart and put it together again just by practicing in VR. One thing about it, cows can’t be milked by VR exactly, but they do have automated dairies now that recognize each cow by number and can relate all of her statistics on milk fat and amount just by looking at the readout on a computer. It might be possible to raise chickens that way as well, but it does seem that some things will never be exactly like having a real person to do things. Read a book called The Giver years ago that might prove that even people are not necessary to rear children or teach them. Let us hope that things never get to that level of loss to humanity.

 

Another article said that hope was more important to feel than generosity. Makes sense to me. We have to have hope even when we believe we have nothing more to give. Going to try to keep thinking of each individual thing that makes me happy right now. Even though the darned birds are using the water bowls for a bird bath, the songs and sounds out there still make me happy. God gave songs to the birds. Those songs sound like hope to me.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.