arfie
Status: knowledge is all past tense. i can't **know** a thing until it has already happened. stay in the present tense. stay ignorant.
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My current just-a-patient theory is that PTSD flashbacks arenae about the torture of re-living traumatic events. They are about mining for the precious gems which were buried in the mindslides of the...
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Got the truck in the proposed mechanic's bay, awaiting road prep. Focus ain't coming easy and I am letting that be okay. I am grieving Big Brother. Grief goes where it goes at the speed of awareness....
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I be far from certain, but I might risk the sin of pride in my handling of this project. Comitting acts of superstisious gesticulations as I type. For sure I willnae risk that sin in front of a...
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The last project Big Brother and I attempted to work together was the rebuilding of a 1971 Oldsmobile. It was the vehicle the FIL had bought my husband before we met. I canae remember why it was till...
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Ben Franklin was one of my early heroes. His witty writings and radical political manuevers remain an inspiration to me. My all-time favorite Spanish tutor is a Bolivian Potosi Native named, "Ben...
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Is there a simplicity bubbling up through the chaos of this not-so-merry go-round? I have yet to run it through The Killing Box, but. . . Product testing in progress. I have begun running it up the...
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I was already on the brink of crisis here before the metaphorical caddies arrived with litigious vagueries thrown through their tinted glass windows. 5 months of isolation is enough to challenge the...
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In engineering and construction, political work stoppages are not unusual. They are common enough that the big operators keep lawyers on retainer to keep other people's politics out of their profit...
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I am continuing my exercises of, "Am I running to something or away from something?"It was ownership drama which triggered my current flight urge. For me, it is not a shock. Owners do that, allot....
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With the projects here on hold, Big Brother's death back in January has been haunting with renewed intensity. For certain, he was with me as we puzzled the meaning of those caddilacs driving down the...
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Yet another body of research tossed to the circular file. The Surname Family heads are "simplifying." Hubs hasn't officially tossed my research yet, but he is exucting, line by simple line from the...
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I have declared myself to be in full psychotic episode. Hubs agrees. I am grateful that we can reach that agreement without Tit for Tat skirmishes or Super Hero take-overs. This morning's phone call...
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The co-owners are ownerating. The project is feeling doomed this morning. The flashbacks to Mister Surname's oppressive patriarch style are almost non-stop. The FIL seems to be slowly morphing into...
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Waiting sure is hard for me. Tom Petty's song on the subject was engraved in my neural pathways long before it reached Number One in 1981. It is playing in my head now, as I type. I love the music in...
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I am channeling high voltages in the Urban Homestead this morning. How much is mine and how much is afloat in the air, I cannot tell. I sense much hope in the voltage currents, but high voltage is...
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