Good Bye another July. I believe I’ve experienced that a few times before. Maybe not consciously aware of any significance but. . . Still not sure of any real significance now.
Now THAT’S an iff’y start on a post isn’t it (feel free to critique)
Sometimes I have to just set back (that part I have down pat) and look around at all the input we NOW have pounding our minds. Admittedly most of it is worthless but yet it’s input.
Both my parents were born and raised without actual floors (mom in a houseboat in an irrigation canal) (Dad with dirt floors) as their houses. All input came from their household, a couple of neighbors and the woods around them. Both had lost their mothers before knowing them. Not uncommon in those days. Neither had much education – Maximum was mother who made it to early 4th grade. Dad said he didn’t recall for sure but less far probably. Yet I recall him setting at the kitchen table with a pot of coffee, a dictionary, a union contract and note pad. He was a foreman in a steel plant and technology was invading. No longer were the readings on big dials with controls next to them. Dad taught himself digital readings and increments etc. without a teacher or anyone to help. I grew up knowing he was smart, sometimes way too smart for my tendencies. I never thought I ever pulled off anything with him but my siblings had well prepared him for me. (chuckle)
Where did that come from ? It wasn’t even in the background of my mind till I started typing (I thought).
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