Wednesday Words... in These titles mean nothing.

I got up to go to the bathroom. House seemed quiet and cold and since temp is supposed to be low, I went to basement to visit the wood fire. The furnace had a fair amount of wood in it, but it wasn’t burning very well. I poked it with the poker and opened the bottom door and soon the wood was burning actively.

By then I was awake, so I put on a clean pair of sweat pants - they had been hung up to dry - I’m dryer-less. I got the little Acer from the kitchen and returned to the basement. At some point I decided to get a head start on my 750 words. But instead I’m writing here. In lots of ways it would make more sense to write either here or there but not both. Lacking that I could write one place and then post an edited version in the other place. I don’t like doing that. I don’t like filling the internet with duplication.

That’s part of why I lost OD. I was aware of its fragility early on. The first year I wrote there they were hacked and were down for months and part of what we had written there was lost. At that time I knew I should have a duplicate site. I wanted to believe what I wrote would be ‘permanent’. I realize that is an ego thing but I will accept that.

Also it turns out that where ever you write you write a little differently. I tried a separate public blog at some point - oh heck. I ‘m tired of this topic already. I’m sure you were a long time ago.

This is that stream of consciousness thing that is self-indulgence personified. Raised to a very high power? Take your pick.

If you google your zip code and weather - as in ‘12345 weather’ - assuming 12345 is your zip code - you come up with a nice quick weather summary. Mine gives me the temperature in big numbers. It was plus 1 F of course when I got up. Went to 0, and now it’s negative 1. Wind is 18 mph - somewhere - not in my basement though.

Trusting the internet for weather seems sneaky to me. Sneaky and lazy. The real temperature is what the thermometer on the north side of the house says.
For decades we read it through the window - a round faced thermometer with a needle. For more recent decades it’s been an ‘indoor/outdoor’ thermometer that gives the temp inside the house as well. But now I just sit at my computer and check the open tab and see what google has to tell me.

Another modern temperature measurement innovation is the car temperature device. I don’t have one. The Buick is too old and the Ice Cream Truck is too bare bones and probably too old too for that matter. But when I get to work and ask what temperature someone had - common conversation at 5 or 6 am at my place of employment - they tend to say it was such and such when they left home and then dropped down to such and such when they went through the valley and then came up a degree or two when they were in the parking lot.

It’s the information age. They told us that. And they were right. Instead of the thermometer on the north side of the house read through a window, we now have google in a permanent tab and our car giving us running commentary.

It’s minus 2 now.

604 words

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Just copied the above into 750 words to get a word count. Since 750 words is about flow and record keeping, it counts up the words as it goes along. It allows you to copy into it - it’s like NaNoWriMo in that it doesn’t really care what you write just that you do it within the time frame. I have some really lame entries. Really really lame ones.

It’s four minutes to four so I suppose I am up for the day.
We are working from 6 to 2:30 for the foreseeable future. That means five days instead of four. I care and I don’t care. It seems I use my extra two hours a day not at work to eat. It also seems like the days at work are longer - which I know is weird - but there is something about plunging into a ten hour day that you don’t get in a relatively shorter eight hour day. It feels more like an ordinary job too - like everybody else - routine. I have no strong feelings, whatever happens is ok with me.

Life goes on. There are cats in the house but no mice.

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SPUD
St. Paul Union Depot

-3 but wind is down to 14 mph

Last updated February 18, 2015