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9:00 a.m. I am having trouble getting out for my walk this morning. My big mistake was deciding to test an MP3 Alarm Clock program. "Well." I thought, "I'll just down load this little piece of software and see what it does. It won't take a minute and then I'll slip out for my walk." Ha, that was over an hour ago. I have since downloaded two additional pieces of related software. I am enjoying a rendition of Vivaldi as I write. The first program I downloaded did not work on my system; it is Beta software so it may be that it does not work on very many systems. A quick search at www.versiontracker.com for related software revealed two more likely candidates. I have them installed now, one of them is Freeware and a real winner. My Macintosh is approaching a "vintage" state; however, Vivaldi sounds very appealing even on these old built-in speakers. I have decided that it would be desirable to awaken each morning to pleasant music. This would not replace the alarm clock. I do not trust computers to the extent as the old wind up clock that sits beside the bed. Although music in the morning appeals to me, Attila may feel differently. Then there is the issue of what music to play. This little project of mine may or may not fly. I have now promised myself that as soon as I call the insurance company this morning I will set forth on my walk. We arise so early that it is hours before businesses open their doors and answer their telephones. Often, by the time office hour's come along, I have become involved in some interesting project and completely forgotten that business needed doing. Dealing with the administration of modern life is very annoying. 12:08 p.m. I have a new, cozy "housecoat". That is my name for it, in reality it is a man's shirt. We were in the men's department of a large store yesterday. While Attila tried on the clothes he needed, I spent some time browsing through the clothing racks. Men's cloths are so practical, made for movement and comfort. Amidst the sea of racks there hung a green, lined, brushed nylon shirt that would look as good coming out of the washing machine as it did in the store. I tried it on; it was as warm and comfortable as suspected. Just the thing to nestle into, sitting with the first cup of coffee during the cold, dark winter mornings. Into the shopping cart in went. Attila decided it should be a gift and I was delighted to accept. This morning I have finally managed to get out for my walk. thinking fondly of Attila with each step into the village and back. The weather was cold, and windy. Traces of yesterday's snow still lay quietly beneath bushes and behind sheds. It was quite pleasant. It was pleasant because, in spite of the cold, wet wind, I was warm and cozy. Under my waterproof parka, hidden but present, was the new green "housecoat". Attila makes sure that I am always wrapped in warmth. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  The Front Step By the Easy Chair The laptop and photocopies of the 1891 Census. Airwaves Vivaldi On the Screen Names and dates and occupations the like. |
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