Bits Unrelated

32# paper sounds nice. I personally have settled on 28# for correspondence. I am not sure they, the few I write to, notice. Of course, I snuck up on them. Starting with the office standard of 20#. Then a run of 24#. Now I am wondering if the 32# I have used is with its clear white and a surface of smoothness. Maybe I should try some more. There are stationery stores around and open. Well, they were open until our most recent lockdown.

If you get annoyed with my typos, misspellings, and all the rest of my first draft session here there is an alternative. https://saunter.us/my_typed_page/ I quickly feed the JPG into tesseract clean up with output and post it. Of course, it is not like reading it here. But it is an alternative. (I do it so I have a place that is set up for searching.) This is all free software. It works great.

Do you walk? Alone? Everyday? Today I started on walking alone. This is “exercise” but it goes work on my fitness. And there is a lot of work to be done. A lot. Today was a do it for me. A half-hour, just over a mile. I recall covering two miles in the same time. Those days are hopefully in my future. For right now I worry about losing my breath on a slight incline. It is something like my early days of bicycling when I could feel a 1% climb. After some time it took more incline for me to notice it right away.

Another collection of short bits, unrelated.

There is a poem hiding in that sentence, somewhere. There was a good poem yesterday. The Social Whirl from Ilkley, England. It stood on its own and reminded me of a party I once threw. Fortunately, I did not have a downstairs neighbor. I did have some people show up at the same time. Things liven up with the arrival of a girl with a belt and a man’s dress shirt. Long enough, be a dress. Yes, a nice poem.

I think it is better to live now. As in the now of your life. The life of here now. Not the life of 37 years ago. Though, I remember those days and the days before and the days after. Lots of days, a reward for living so many years. Years in which you don’t remember half of what happened, or so it seems until you are confronted with it. Wait? I went there then?

Take long vacations. Don’t move around, stay in one place.
Keep your distance. Wear a mask. Put on a second if needed.

— MichaelRpdx :: ih3k

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