I have a couple of things to do today, one is to clean my tchotchke while I enjoy my slumgullion with a spot of tea. After this, I shall find another project to engage in like some study items, or things to do issues. I know I will be washing dishes because they are already in the washer ready for me to light the fire.
Today I shall clean my tchotchke items and enjoy some slumgullion.
My TV for tonight has been laid to sleep, I am about to move in that direction also. I am getting my locomotion in gear and begin my migration toward that creature called a bed. I call it a creature because it really does not treat me right, but again, I am getting used to that also from so many sources.
I remember the song of many years past, “Locomotion”. I use to enjoy hearing it but I never tried to dance to it.
Many years ago, back in time, when I was young and in school I would do my homework, yes, we did have homework, at the kitchen table. I recall a few winters when the lights were out due to the weather, like ice storms, which gave me an experience of the frontier days when kerosene lamps were used at night. I can say I’ve done that and candles too. It is hard to read in that light but I made do with what My GOD gave me to carry on with.
I lived the experience in time and survived.
As I finger my keys to produce a word, relative or not, I wonder if the word is correct or not. Most of the time I say not, as I know not if I am right or not. My fingers wander over a board of keys, they seem to know where they are going and for what they are doing, I know not, so I say not as to know. At one time years past, a 120 wpm production was almost with error, today a 20 wpm production has two or three errors. Can it be that I am out of shape, that my fingers are old and losing direction, or the old mind has lost its gyros of directing the fingers?
I say not, as I know not.
It is taught that a sentence begins majuscule and ends punctuated.