Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
My laptop’s keyboard has been giving me troubles, by Cat. ‘T’ and ‘G’ needed extensive pressure to make an appearance. The tab was stumbling and uncertain, and one of the control keys was not up to snuff.
So, since I was limited in movement, I sat down and cleaned the keyboard, key by key. The general filthiness found shocked me. It was amazing any keys were working. Now, they all do.
In bed. Eyes closed. Cool breeze serenading me.
Then, “thumpa thumpa thumpa thumpa”.
Helicopter, my amused Neurons told me but opening an eye showed Tucker the thumper over by a wall, where his back leg hit as he scratched.
Sounded just like a chopper to a sleepy mind, though.
Sometimes I feel like we’re just two surfers passing by on the web.
Some website claimed, “You’re getting old if you can identify ten of these objects.”
I had to laugh. I know I’m getting old. Don’t need some silly game to verify it. Didn’t need one after graduating high school in 1975, and need one now even less.
I am so upset with myself.
Have you seen the latest fashion trend among America’s youth? Knee-high crew socks with sandals.
Just like I used to wear in the 1970s, in my boomer youth. I knew I should’ve kept them. Shouldn’t have taken them to a charity for recycling and repurposing. But no, I went with the low cut ‘no-sock’ look and tossed my geeky crew socks.
I am worried about this new fashion trend. What will be next? Disco, and big shoulder pads on women again? They’re already doing big pants legs like we did. We called them elephant legs.
As my generation would put it, ye gads.
Couldn’t connect to the coffee house’s wireless network here in Ashlandia today.
Ran diagnostics. That awesome system told me that my computer isn’t set up to automatically connect to SEA-FREE-WIFI, which is the Seattle-Tacoma airport. Why they think that’s a problem for me in Ashlandia, over 300 miles away from SEA-TAC, is another unfathomable technological mystery, the likes of which may never be solved.
I heard thunder. Racing outside, I witnessed the end of a rain shower. Sunshine was back on the scene.
That delicious smell of rain-freshened air and earth pulled me in. Moving to the porch’s edge and look up into a deep well of dark gray clouds. Capping the view across the valley was a bold, full rainbow stretching over the entire scene.
A good way to finish a day.
I’m staying with Mom in Pennsylvania but I feel like the time for going home is at hand. So I’m looking into return flights for next week.
Checking on one flight segment, from Seattle, WA, to Medford, OR — my final leg — causes some reservation to make the final click.
Seems the flight is 66% on time. That’s the only number provided. For ‘% Late 30 + min” and for ‘% Cancelled’, their little chart says 0%.
So I’m confused. If it’s only on time 66% of the time, and it’s never late or cancelled, what’s happening to the flight? Is it just disappearing?
Then I need to consider, is your flight disappearing that bad?
I mean, I’ve never heard any complaints about it. Depends on where you go and what happens when your flight disappears I suppose. Is it a Stephen King situation or someone else?
I’ve been writing. Now I pull my head out of the morass of story and look around.
The burst of activity which took over the coffee shop like a late spring storm has faded. Regulars have come in. Parked at tables as I’ve done, they pursue their personal agendas in a public forum.
One of them is a woman. I have no idea what she’s doing. I wonder, but, shrug. I try to give everyone the same privacy I seek.
Today, though, I see that her toenails are bright mango. They match her shirt.
I haven’t noticed these things before but now I’m thinking, did she select a shirt and paint her toenails to match it, as is this a coincidence?
Now, I know, I’ll need to see her again and make a note to look for her toenails. Yes, it seems weird to me, too.
Michael Seidel, writer 