My attempt at writing

I have recently started writing a memoir, but today, I was having some thoughts about possibly writing a novel. Maybe a spy novel, or a mystery. I'll see how it evolves, but for now, it is still a memoir.

How this chapter will begin

As I wrote the request to my old friend, I realized how it all sounded like one of those email scams from Nigeria. But the phone call I had with him earlier confirmed that he knew what the situation was, and how important it is to keep the assets “invisible” for now.
And I need this to be someplace where I would not compromise my own security. With my memory being what it isn't anymore, it is a distinct possibility that I would use it for a purpose that should wait until I have a better idea of the risks I will be facing in the future. And the fact that nobody knows what these risks will be, underscores the need for some outside, third party to help oversee the transaction.

I guess what I am trying to say, but am unable to write, is that the weather is only barely tolerable. Yeah, that's it.

Heat and Humility

    I think the weather here is so hot and humid, that it have been saying that it's unbearable. The thought occurred to me that it is only bearable if I am able to take off any unnecessary clothing. And, that being the case, I would say that the weather is bare-able. It can only be tolerated if I am bare.

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JFC

The July 8th Grem;in battle

In the middle of the night last night, I decided to try once again to get my computer to connect to the wireless network, and, possibly due to the slight reprieve in the high temperature, it worked. It may also have been the six “detections” that my anti virus software found in the afternoon.
As I said prayers before bed, I counted blessings, and was able to find peace of mind. Which came first? I don't know if coming to grips with the frustration is what allowed me to cure my cyber-woes, or maybe the triumph over the gremlins gave me the peace I needed.
But several re-starts, and resetting the wireless router settings, it finally let me connect. So, at three in the morning, I responded to the great build up of email in my in box, and with the air temperature and humidity down, I slept well enough to feel refreshed upon waking up.

Chillin' on July 5th

In the heat we're experiencing in Boston today, I am sitting in the relative comfort of my air conditioned room listening to music. It is expected to get so hot, I am going to avoid leaving my room.
After sweating through yesterday, a shower this morning felt like heaven.
I think people are a bit more conservative with July fourth fireworks. As a kid, the use of fireworks was an all week ritual. And in those days, they had M80s! Maybe it is just the 9-11 influence, but, as long as it is quieter, I'll take it!

“Life is but a dream”

It is when it seems that life is but a dream that I get nervous. I prefer to have clear, conscious thought, that occurs in a linear progression which I can reference wit memory.
The phrase, “Life is but a dream” from the old “Row Row Row Your Boat” song has a pleasant meaning, that is why you row merrily down the stream. But if while rowing, I was of the opinion that it was all just a dream, I would be likely to suspect that something was amiss, and I for one, would not find it pleasant.
My desk top computer has been acting strange, and it took a lot of re-configuring to get it working properly. When it seemed to change on it's own volition, I started to see similarity to the way my mind is in the MS addled condition it is in.
No, life is not a dream, and when it becomes too surreal, I am inclined to define it as a nightmare, not just a dream.
Now, I re-configured my computer, and slept well knowing I won that wrestling match. Today I needed to examine the philosophical questions I was presented with:
My email was not working, but I could go on-line for any other reason. My anti virus software was fine, and found no virus.
Cycling the power, I noticed that my machine was not connecting to the wireless router. In fact, once it was connected, I could not get it to disconnect.
After reading on gmail's web site that it recommended several web browsers that work better with their software, I downloaded Fire Fox, and re-started, and somehow, all the problems went away. And I feel like I can still fix such things when I need to.

OK, I spent a long day re-vamping my computer, and I have it working as I want it to. I am Impressed, considering my own ineptitude, and the extent of the computer corruption.
Honestly,I'm impressed with the fact that I did this. I mean, I'm totally whacked!.
OK, I am still learning new things, but losing things that I thought were innate traits!

Computer contortionism

After a bit of incantations and mental acrobatics, I got my email program to work again. And, as is always the case, I can't determine what caused the odd behavior in the first place. The lurking suspicion that it was something I did myself is infuriating, but, for now, it works.

Inbox pronlem!

For the second day, I am having a pronlem with accassing my gmail inbox. As it is a web-based email site, I can't imagine what the problem is. It looks like another morning may have to be invested in fixing it.