Monday, April 24
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Quite warm today. Sunny.
My Sweetie changed the oil in my car before he left for work.
I did some laundry and folded some from the other day and put it away.
I had a brief phone conversation with my Sister E, who seems to be almost too busy to talk this last few weeks.
I had an even more brief conversation with Trainwreck, who waited too long to return my text and I needed to go to town for pottery.
I also got a text from a niece that I pretty much never hear from. Hmmm.
I groomed Hollywood for a few minutes while I was out doing chores. She's still shedding.
I managed to remember to put a set of sheets into a bag to take with me when I left, and I dropped them off with the woman who works at the transfer station (dump). The last time we were there she mentioned that she knew of a family of new arrivals to Canada came with nothing, and needed everything. She's collecting things for them.
She said she was able to find them some mattresses and a couch.
I figured they might use sheets, and I guess if they don't need them they can give them to someone else.
In town I went to Peavey mart and while I didn't find the pellets I use for cat litter, I did find shoes on sale, long johns on sale that I will use next winter, some things to plant in the garden, and a few odds and ends.
I went to pottery, and I focused on trying to make something for the Raku firing in a few weeks.
I socialized mainly with the one woman I often see, and my once dog-walking friend.
The one woman, I'll call her D, just came back from Aruba. She told us about basically a male prostitute who was trying to convince her to "date" him, and it was a bit strange, because it felt like she was treating him a lot like a regular guy trying to date her. Like, she was treating it like it was flattering in some way, or she didn't know what to make of it.
I was kind of like, are you really that surprised to be approached by a gigolo who was attractive and charming and made you feel like he was actually into you? That's how they make their living. It's not REALLY flattering, is it?
I don't know, I suppose there really isn't any safe way to be around a male gigolo. On the surface, it might have been fun to just have him take her out dancing, but then what? Are you safe with him? Is there an angle like he ends up threatening to tell your family about it, or steal your credit card?
She said he was absolutely unsubtle about his...um.. job, and was open to questions.
I'm kind of surprised that she spent much time with him, she said she talked with him a fair bit. I don't know, how do you trust someone like that?
Something I haven't given much thought about before.
I didn't get finished too late, and was able to get groceries. This was a bigger run again. I really get shocked by how much everything costs now, even with me trying to take advantage of sales and items marked down.
To some degree, I do buy several units of non-perishable items at a good price because it makes more sense than buying it later at a higher price, so it's not really just "this week's" groceries.
Then I came home and put it all away.
I learned about the Voynich Manuscript, a a 240-page medieval codex written by an unknown author, in an unknown language, and illustrated with unknown plants, strange creatures, and naked women, was radiocarbon dated to the early 15th century. Despite 600 years of study it has never been deciphered.
Seriously, how complex does a code have to be to defy modern decoding software and specialists?
Of course, it could be based on a constructed language, or one that is extinct.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voynich_manuscript
Quite warm today. Sunny.
My Sweetie changed the oil in my car before he left for work.
I did some laundry and folded some from the other day and put it away.
I had a brief phone conversation with my Sister E, who seems to be almost too busy to talk this last few weeks.
I had an even more brief conversation with Trainwreck, who waited too long to return my text and I needed to go to town for pottery.
I also got a text from a niece that I pretty much never hear from. Hmmm.
I groomed Hollywood for a few minutes while I was out doing chores. She's still shedding.
I managed to remember to put a set of sheets into a bag to take with me when I left, and I dropped them off with the woman who works at the transfer station (dump). The last time we were there she mentioned that she knew of a family of new arrivals to Canada came with nothing, and needed everything. She's collecting things for them.
She said she was able to find them some mattresses and a couch.
I figured they might use sheets, and I guess if they don't need them they can give them to someone else.
In town I went to Peavey mart and while I didn't find the pellets I use for cat litter, I did find shoes on sale, long johns on sale that I will use next winter, some things to plant in the garden, and a few odds and ends.
I went to pottery, and I focused on trying to make something for the Raku firing in a few weeks.
I socialized mainly with the one woman I often see, and my once dog-walking friend.
The one woman, I'll call her D, just came back from Aruba. She told us about basically a male prostitute who was trying to convince her to "date" him, and it was a bit strange, because it felt like she was treating him a lot like a regular guy trying to date her. Like, she was treating it like it was flattering in some way, or she didn't know what to make of it.
I was kind of like, are you really that surprised to be approached by a gigolo who was attractive and charming and made you feel like he was actually into you? That's how they make their living. It's not REALLY flattering, is it?
I don't know, I suppose there really isn't any safe way to be around a male gigolo. On the surface, it might have been fun to just have him take her out dancing, but then what? Are you safe with him? Is there an angle like he ends up threatening to tell your family about it, or steal your credit card?
She said he was absolutely unsubtle about his...um.. job, and was open to questions.
I'm kind of surprised that she spent much time with him, she said she talked with him a fair bit. I don't know, how do you trust someone like that?
Something I haven't given much thought about before.
I didn't get finished too late, and was able to get groceries. This was a bigger run again. I really get shocked by how much everything costs now, even with me trying to take advantage of sales and items marked down.
To some degree, I do buy several units of non-perishable items at a good price because it makes more sense than buying it later at a higher price, so it's not really just "this week's" groceries.
Then I came home and put it all away.
I learned about the Voynich Manuscript, a a 240-page medieval codex written by an unknown author, in an unknown language, and illustrated with unknown plants, strange creatures, and naked women, was radiocarbon dated to the early 15th century. Despite 600 years of study it has never been deciphered.
Seriously, how complex does a code have to be to defy modern decoding software and specialists?
Of course, it could be based on a constructed language, or one that is extinct.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voynich_manuscript
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