I hear a call

It sounds like my bed is lonely. I am not ready for bed yet. Maybe about 10 or 11 pm

I hope tomorrow will be a fun day.

I am doing this on the phone.

Extraterrestrial wisdom to guide

No auditory in a negative or discussed tent within the text of this post.

The evening has began to surround us here on the Eastern Coastal States.  Happy bird is elsewhere with Mrs Happy bird, maybe dancing or singing together a song of romance and love.  I shall sit here and ponder about and around the events of the day,  Maybe I will literate some thoughts about it all at a later time.

I may consult some extraterrestrial wisdom to guide me back into my other world and to my misplaced Cyber Space Transport Vehicle.  I have failed to keep track of the schedule of arrival and departures so now I have reconnect in some way.

I thought earlier that I would enjoy the TV Series of “Hell on Wheels”, but I think I fell asleep a few times there and missed a lot of it.  Netflix has plenty of it so I guess I can get replays all I want.  I am also an Amazon Prime member.  Sometimes I feel like cutting back on some of that stuff, but then where would I be, and that part I worry about.  I need to read some more and see if I can accomplish my goal of downloading my camcorders into the computer for editing.  I have the programs to do it, now I just need the right connections.

I am living by inchmeal now in hope that I shall not decimate my accomplishments so far not any in the future.  I feel that it will not happen that way as it is not meant to be that way.  I think my word shall be trustworthy enough to lead me down the path of satisfaction and happiness for today, tomorrow, and so forth.  I am positive in thought and strong in my faith that tomorrow will produce for me.

An intervention to propitiate

Today, as of about 15 minutes ago, I am looking for some kind of intervention to propitiate the remainder to the day.  I shall become a taciturn personality and be reluctant to appear otherwise.  I will control what causes me to feel this way.

In my case, I think to be happy is a sin.  Any good news that comes my way will cause the desire of others to intervene and want to be part of it.  If I submit to their request then I negate my ability to do things that I wish for the sake of others.

I woke this morning to sounds of job Happy bird was back singing.  I was so positive about today, UPS was coming to bring some medications,  I had no plans to really do anything else, then I got the camcorders to work on the TV.  A Brian cell lives.  Then comes the call and text message.

My youngest son’s step dad has been taking care of my ex-wife which is in bad health.  Now he is in the hospital with various cancer problems, he is elderly.  My son’s car broke down and was towed back to the shop for repairs,  his power bill is overextended, on and on it goes.  I shall maintain and move on into the day, relaxed and collective.  PTSD will not be a problem.  I am positive  and in control.

Sorry to air grief, but by inchmeal it will all fade into yesteryear.  No hoodwink here.

A brain cell lives

I have been reading, trying to connect and transfer from my camcorders to the TV and I finally last evening, with an older camera not seen in over a year, accomplished one camcorder, then two camcorders, today the big professional one I got it on TV.  Now I have to work on the transfer abilities.  I want to run thru my computer so I can save them and work with them.  I enjoy finding a smart cell in my brain that still works.  Maybe it will reproduce and I can be an inventor of Einstein stuff.