Google-Suck

Boy, I need to get rid of Google fast. Put it out of my life. Now they do not provide us with a convenient link to get to our e-mail. You have to go through this circuitous route, opening up your account, and then going through your account profile to tap into your e-mail.

Google seems to be going out of its way to annoy its users. Maybe they are upset that nobody likes their Google-Plus social network. Or maybe this is their way of trying to force us into that game? Maybe Google becomes easier to navigate again through Google-Plus? I'd rather say 'Bye, bye, Google!'

Coco and the Storm and This Life in General

I should close out the story of Coco and the storm.

I was just about to go to bed. A little after one-thirty. I was going to sleep in the big room, which I would have had to do anyway because of the ever-croaking Walker. But I would keep the glass door open, using only the sliding-screen, so that Coco can get my attention through her meows. The problem with that, though, is that Coco is not one to meow - the one cat who won't.

However, I didn't have to worry about Coco's paient silence. Just as I give one more waning look at the door, there creeps Coco. And you know what? She was about as dry as can be. Honestly. I cannot guess where she was hiding out, but it was a very good place.

Happily, I was then able to enjoy a solid five-hour sleep. For me, that is about as good as a good night's sleeps. So, all's well that ends well.

But I haven't forgotten the stress. Not just Coco. But the whole Walker reality. And I am thinking too much about whether it may be time to put an end to this rambling tale, that the pain now exceeds the interest-level. After all, even if there were no Walker, and although Pop is remarkably vital and agile - no doubt rejuvenated by his December romance - it is surely only a matter of a few years before Pop falls into his decrepitude, so that I would still be in this same box (though, I dearly, dearly would have loved having those few years with life continuing as it was). I need to get comfortable about giving up, giving up for good.

"But don't you think that it is much better if your dear old dad enjoys a nice relationship with a woman in his last years than for you to keep your quiet peace."

Of course, you have to answer 'yes' or else betray serious mental, emotional problems. However, it should be understandable if I am less sympathetic. After all, I have never gotten to enjoy a relationship in my entire life.

"Yes, but you do have something that means a lot to you: your books, your writing. It is a lot. Your dad only has TV and beer."

Well, I don't see the need to argue the point. It's his house and the checks are in his name. He gets what he wants. I have to try to work around it, at a serious cost to my comfort. And I may not be able to do that for very long.

Good morning, Darling

Crush Me

Going through my Google Reader subscriptions, deciding what urls to keep and which to wipe out, I see this interesting note from one tumblr person. A sort of goodbye note.

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"i think it is time to move on from tumblr. ive done what i could here and no longer desire to run this kind of blog. i will keep it active until i decide its fate down the line but i wont be as present anymore then probably not at all. nothing really else to say about it, thats all."

-- Ruined Girl

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Maybe spring is a good time for people to think anew about what they want to do with their life. What to drop, what to keep.

As for me, I suppose I can drop this tumblr from my rolls

Tumblr

It just occurred to me that Tumblr makes it easy and quick to look through an account's posts, using their neat 'archive' system. It's much faster than scrolling through an account on Rearder going post by post. This should make my life much easier. I'm glad I realized it now, rather than having it come to me when I am almost finished with my reorganization.

Such Magic

Nice and Cool

At least it's nice and cool today. I am tempted to put on a sweatjacket, though that also has to do with the fact that we cannot shut off the ceiling fan in the big room.

Stormy

Wow, those are some nasty looking clouds. I'm glad I got the trash bin back to the house. The weather-system looks and sounds like it is winding up for round two. It's good to have all the cats in.

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Now I do have some regrets about watering the trees last night. But as the old joke goes, if I had not watered, it probably wouldn't have even drizzled.

1787 Federalists vs. Anti-federalists

In selling the Constitution to doubters and naysayers, Hamilton explains that it is a creature of compromise, and that it represents the best compromise possible under the circumstances with the divergent interests involved.

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“If mankind were to resolve to agree in no institution of government until every part of it had been adjusted to the most exact standard of perfection, society would soon become a general scene of anarchy and the world a desert.”

-- Alexander Hamilton

(Source: Ron Chernow, “Alexander Hamilton”)

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Lunch

Funny, I just had lunch, and yet I feel hungry again.

a 45 minute nap

Wow, a 45 minute nap. One of those times when I wake unsure of what part of the day it is, and where am I?

I can imagine myself having one of these experiences when I am in my sixities or seventies and wondering how old am I. Am I twenty-five? Sixty-five? And I'll probably cry.

Blu-Ray DVD-player

I see that Pop has also bought a Blu-Ray DVD-player, along with the new TV. What, are we going to start a massive DVD collection now?? In truth, if he could shift his interest from CDs to DVDs, that is something I could go along with. I wouldn't mind being able to pick some titles, if he's willing to buy them. But I'm guessing he is thinking about the occasional DVD that he rents.

If I may pursue a tangent, since Pop and Walker seem set on spending a lot of time in the kitchen watching that new TV as they luxuriate over their meals, I have taken the opportunity to move the kitty-litter box, since I don't imagine the cats are going to work Walker into their comfort zone anytime soon, and they need a safe place to take care of their business.

I'm not sure how adaptable cats are to such changes. I have spent the day carrying them to the kitty-litter box at its new location, but I have no idea if this information sticks with them or not. I suppose we are bound to get a clear idea over the next couple of days, especially since the weather has them housebound.

Pop

I had just replaced the trash bag, and then I see that Pop somehow slipped the bag off from one side of the trash can and dumped his dinner garbage outside of the bag. I wondered if he did it on purpose, perhaps because I'm not Mr. Friendly with Walker. So, I made a point of confronting him with it.

When I went into the big room, he was sound asleep in his recliner. Oddly, he also held the phone to his chest. This has become normal for him. Well, not so much about the phone. But he often falls asleep now while seated. A few nights ago, he did this at the kitchen table, too, which is a fairly uncomfortable place to do that.

I have mentioned how Pop has seemed particularly vital and vigorous of late, and it's probably not a coincidence that this seeming rejuvenation happens at the same time that he has his little December romance. However, when it comes to dozing off while he is sitting down, this is the one way he is really showing his age, and very badly so.

It's a little scary. And it invites some compassion when it comes to his relationship with Walker. He doesn't have that much life left. Though, it's not like I have much life left either without him. But maybe I don't inspire compassion.

Daily Fun

“You and I” by shikhei goh

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