I have a whole new set of things to learn, buffered by yet another new set of things to learn. In a different field on one side, and then an altogether different field on the other. I have bookend, athletic ambitions. It is a time of great learning, I hope. My partial desire is to learn more about flash photography. I bought a book exploring Nikon's CLS lighting system. It sits unopened on my desk, underneath some papers about how to set up Mac's new Lion Server. Underneath that is a book about California's indigenous wildlife.
I still can't believe that I ever bought, and have yet to throw out, the Cliff's notes on Dostoyevsky's "The Brothers Karamazov." What a waste of paper that was. I suppose I had forgotten how useless Cliff's notes are. I thought those things were written for students, not by students. Useless. Somewhere around here is the manual for the new baby, too.... I made a joke the other day about Dr. Spock and nobody, I don't believe, got it.
There is a calendar in which my intention was to place a big red X each day when I had exercised for at least 30 minutes. It currently rests on my desk, underneath a pile of paper failures, unmarked.
There is a printer that can be set up through wi-fi. It sits on the table that we are meant to eat at. Another unchallenged challenge.
My toenails are nightly getting caught by the sheets, shredding the nether.
On a much lighter note... I wrote a little bit of children's verse today.
I was happy with it, it made me smile.
James Thurber, watch out....
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