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 |  An attempt at creating a daily blog. |
| I'm hoping I can turn this into a daily repository of random and not so random musings of my daily activities. Perhaps it will gel into a common thread that I may be able to work towards creating something interesting. |
Being lazy today. Humidity is high, temperature is high and the air is filled with smoke and my bronchitis is giving me heck so I'm taking today off from the bike. I am still aiming for over a hundred miles this month (starting from none last month) and have pedalled over 60 so far. It is the wrong time of year for the temperature and humidity to be dropping, but I hope the smoke clears out. I'm scanning more slides for a good friend. He has around a thousand, most from mid-90s and he did not have a way of scanning them; so somehow I decided to be a good guy and scan them. It takes me an hour to do 16 slides (I scan at a high resolution) but it does give me time to think. Of course, I get distracted thinking and then I don't pay attention and I don't keep up the 16/hour rate. No hurry though. I'm still tossing the "Me and My Camera" around in my mind...I was thinking perhaps a short poetry type thing....but I know nothing about poetry (and not much about writing). As with the slides, no hurry. It gives me more to think about the idea and more opportunity to find words. While here typing and scanning, I am also listening to one of the local ham radio nets. They have a group and the idea generated years ago for the soldiers heading in for physical training in the morning at Ft. Bragg...they refer to it as "PT" so the net is called the PT net. Somehow, that also became a term for Possum Trot (it must be a southern thing) so it is called the Possum Trot net or PT net for short. They normally have 30 or more people check in on their drives in or for the many of us that are retired, we wake up early and get on...just a short exchange of good morning wishes. I seem to have too many distractions this morning and I think I'll have to cut this one short. The act of writing but not of thinking about it. Stay tuned for tomorrow! Tim |
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It is nice to see someone here with similar background interests. I too like to ride my adult tricycle, spent time on Guam Island in 1968, and held a ham radio license. I was known as The Stork because I was an RN in surgery in charge of the OB/GYN Department. Hubby was known as The Bodyman{/] because he repaired and painted car bodies, and my son was known as 10 Speed. What better way to describe a teenage boy. 