Monday, December 9, 2019

Audubon Calling


This morning. Best identification: a warbler. At a Denny's. Monday night. Not much happening. CNN going on above; can't stand a glance. How I hate the way Donald Trump is being treated. I let the world know... tweets, Facebook postings. Not much camaraderie but its there. Even when its over they will persist. God help us.

An odd day. Felt like making spaghetti with sweet Italian sausage. Got the meat on sale the other day. Five sausages; cooked them all, two for now and the others for sausage and peppers later. I dropped the plate. Lost two to the patio deck.

After the noontime meal, slept all afternoon. To tub. Nice and limber, here I am.

Friday, December 6, 2019

Iced



Well, back to waiting for the love of my life to walk into a coffee house. To this tune. Friday night presently in such a place, not much going on. Going home soon

Made some chicken salad the other day. It is delicious. Have videos to stream. No point in going out. 10 o'clock now. No music convenient. Thought to have a gin earlier. Pink gin.

Slept all day today. LOL. Had a sandwich after being up several hours this morning and back to bed. A good sleep. Then a tub. Then here. Such a life.

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Not Too Subtle


Took this the night I thought I was going to make a friend of the Twitter contact. She asked me what I thought about getting married. GETTING MARRIED! Without being specific, I demurred. Explained my circumstances and stated my age. Very strange. Awkward enough, the chat occurred on Hangout (new to me) with long pauses between disjunct statements. I sensed it was going nowhere.

She subsequently asked me for money. I demurred. I kept the repartee, such as it was, going after a time out. Very strange. Then, having gotten a 10" tablet I didn't like and buying a 10" Kindle Fire instead, had a spare. She told me she had a 10 year old son. I thought to gift him the spare. She was impossible. I demurred.



Sent me another picture. Beautiful woman. Told her she looked fierce. The negotiations about the pad went nowhere. Wanted to have me ship it to Ghana to rendezvous with boy. Price prohibitive. Resistant about just giving me her address. Very strange.

Then, I perceive, she lied. Said she was going to South Africa. Now that did not compute either. She's asking me for money and she and her son are going to Africa. She also told me she drives a Cadillac and works but part-time. Not making any sense at all, I cut it off. Back to being me, looking for love.



An Italian woman. I'm going home and will make shrimp scampi. Rotten luck. Reminded of the scurrilous Bonanno but still love the food. To hell with them. This is all I find for now.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

@ Habitat


Sonoran Desert critter. Acromyrmex versicolor. They bite. Leaf cutters.
Friend, Gregory, gave me a paper to read. Nature, 1989. Foraging.
This image ©W.P. Armstrong otherwise. I wonder what's in my turf!
Aha... he told me but I forgot. An interloper here, he said. They bite!

Have been at local Starbucks. Much to do. Got new laptop, the old one suffering from LCD deprivation, black streaks coming on. Could replace but think I found good deal. Doing setup procedure. Issues crop up.

The new device is, like the old HP operating on Windows 10. But it is loaded with S-something and proprietary codes are clashing. Can't download Chrome browser, have to use MS Edge. McAffee either; must depend on MS Defender. Another learning curve using all the MS apps. One could unload it, evidently, but not now. Just want to get underweigh.

Nice barista here now. Liked a picture I gave her. They're very busy. Front and drive-thru. Have to ask to use the rest room. Locked and coded. Bit of a bear. A nuisance, really. Some of the other baristas are indifferent to the customers' "When you gotta go, you gotta go." They used to just give one the code. Sheesh. Homeless problem. Shooting up. Taking baths. Not our problem. Told my new friend, "Reminds of old joke: does Macy's tell Gimbel's?"



Merchandising. Big deal getting coffee. Faux pastries. We could go on. Told her she was kind to me. Appreciate it. Verde Valley pictured. From Jerome. San Francisco Peaks.

Saturday night. Church tomorrow. Might like to listen to some music but not much here on the near West Side of Phoenix. Funny thing; thought to go to acoustic place on East Side, coffee house sort of venue. No music tonight. A play the thing. About Wyatt Earp. Hmm - don't think so. A nice recital would be... nice.

Have online friend at Hangout. Met through Twitter. In Florida Keys. Has already asked for money. Cut her off for a while. Few days. How gauche! Too many Internet contacts get to be that way. Inch. Mile. Light year. Too much. She was reprieved. No idea of her financial circumstance. Doesn't work full time. Conflicting information. Sent her picture. Very good looking. Gorgeous? Told her to drop dead when she solicited me. Ameliorating, said she was drop dead gorgeous. Oh, I think I posted the picture already.


Just checked. Yes, I did. I ought to send her this. Let's rumble in the jungle! Very dicey repartee in slow motion. Patience of saints. Lord, have mercy. More to come.

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Forgive Me


Early Saturday morning, all I can think about is going back to church tomorrow. It's been about a year since. Anticipating somewhere different. Presently killing time at coffee but home soon. Do the laundry and cook some supper. 

Funny, until midnight last, I thought today was Sunday. The church is called Gospel Hall. The gospel of forgiveness, right? Right. Hope I make friends there. The last place was pretty stuck up but I've got a different social sense. Hard to connect between the secular and the spiritual. 

The trouble with going to church is like you get with the program there but you feel lonely when you leave because you don't associate with those people until the next gathering, either Wednesday Bible study or Sunday again. Go watch a ballgame or have coffee between? Fat chance. I just don't understand it. 

Bit of an epiphany. Fretting and fussing over my new sandals, the fit and feel, I met a woman with no legs.

Oh, by the way. My cyber lady friend kiboshed. She asked me for money. Rather gauche.

Friday, November 22, 2019

Figuring

Very unhappy with new tablet. Buyer's remorse in effect. What to do? Primarily, it won't play back downloaded Amazon music files offline. Got the thing for the purpose of playing downloaded movies. That goes through. But the audio files do not. The unit is 'rooted' it says.
So I tried an unrooting app. Did not work. Don't know what to do. Always joke: find a kid. I may have to pay for advise.

With this blog too. Different behaviors on different devices. The pad keyboard seems unstable; difficulty posting photos on the phone. At coffee, just staring at the floor. No one here. Saturday night.

Aha... there is a computing guy here. Maybe approach him. Free advise? Assume nothing. He was unable to help but ran into someone else. We get together tomorrow.

Study Up



NGO 5033. Hubble take. Upon seeing multo stars this morning without my glasses. Made such commentary on Facebook. Curious, as ever, to see what sort of response will occur.


FLASH. FLASH. FLASH.

The woman I've been cybernauting with, the one posted previously, just asked me money!!! Another experience of this chain of events. They're not even Nigerians. Terminate that proto. Just like that. There's just no telling. Unbelievable.

Just was reminded of getting together with ex-wife after long separation. She wanted a steak. I'm telling you... it takes all kinds. Kind of hungry myself. Pick up some sausage. Have pasta and sauce. Reading this. Should be a restful afternoon. Had thought about going to Tempe. Use my transit pass. Find some music. Just might be a waste of time.