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At the liquor store after and I run into Sasha, Dag's daughter. I'm mentioned her here before, posted a picture of her, young 80's, feisty, always with a joint in her month. I'd visited her in November in the hospital, asking Sasha where she is now, did she get into a home, and no, she passed away January 6th, 2 months in the hospital, not even a month in the home. No obituary, Sasha's choice.
And so that's that, another bit of the local color gone, the town, it's becoming gentrified in the worst of possible ways. All the people that gave it color, character, dropping off one by one...
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And this, noted, following any rave or big night out, the quietude of mind.
Exactly that. That the world's dialed down to 1, 0 even. You hear the sounds, the street, the mind-numbing chatter of idiots, but it's dialed down to zero.
There's no background noise, nothing, not even the sound of your own thoughts. Just a comfortable absence of all thought.
Outside, thundershowers, rain. The same as the subliminal stop-smoking soundtrack I listen to.
I check the fridge for food, nothing but condiments, I make up some rice and choose from a variety of flavours to season it with.
Now I can see past the abomination I've made, can see clearly the errors in the painting on the easel, and sit quietly and enjoy the absence of mind. A proper stay-cation.
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So, a quick recap of the week...
Sunday caught up with Cathy, from the old restaurant, member of the Alumni...
A couple of drinks, catch up, the Royal, the waitress recognizes me (from the Sushi place). It's good to catch up with her. It's supposed to be a day off but I'm called in to work the evening, just time enough to get sober...
Monday, it's Mr. Tickles turn, he's in town, first time since I saw him last, he's fitting in Ymir quite nicely.
And also on Monday the Dentist, a quick cursory $100 inspection...
Tuesday, volunteer, work, slow, slow, slow. The murder of innocent days.
Wednesday, day off, time now to deal with the car, no tickets, but someone has vandalized the back window, smashing it in, no theft (I mean, I left the doors unlocked, so merely midnight pranks and merriments by ass-holes). I call Western Auto Wreckers to come and pick it up, they tell me they'll call me back in 10 minutes.
I'm still waiting.
Thursday, I hear from Leslie. The Mother in Law of a certain Notorious Junior. Apparently, while being declared toxic and low rent they need her to work in July, so she'll be back there. She's drunkenly texting me, the punctuation and lack of congruency in the thought gives it all away. The restaurant, well, same-old same-old, the owner has had it, they've had 4 chefs walk out (in, what? 2 months?), she's not taking it well that her ex-husband has a new hoe...
Nor is JR, apparently. SR is forbidden from entering the restaurant, and I'm wondering who's mowing the lawns, with all the rain we've had lately...
And, on that note, it's the rainiest May/June I can recall, but - come Wednesday the skies brightened, a beautiful porcelain blue, the sun is out, everywhere on Baker there are the pretty faces, and summer doesn't seem so far away...
Thursday is also the day I finally gave up on the MacBrick, did the final OS upgrade and found it left nothing working, not the internet, the flash drives, the screensaver, not nothing.
A last ditch effort, I take it to the Mac Store. And the owner, friendly, knowledgeable, tells me to give him 15 minutes, and that's all it takes, he loads all the patches, and when he's done for the pittance of $30 I'm the proud owner of a basically brand new (to me, anyways) MacBook Air, and I check my blog, everything else, and bloody hell if it doesn't all work like it should...
Next steps, wipe and sell the HP Scream. And by the time I'm done wiping down the keyboard, screen (filthy), wiping my profile, deleting my data, well, damn if the thing doesn't seem to work not half-assed bad, and there's a full spare Gigabyte on the HD to store my files.
But nope, list it on FB marketplaces, $20, a few nibbles and it finally sells, to HotSauce Guy.
Bringing us to Sunday, Today. This morning, hear from Rossi, from the Italian Joint in Calgary, Google has made him up a "memories" of our day off in the Drumheller, and another ex contacts me to tell me about the laugh she was having with her sister about me. The day ends, again, now, from a beautiful morning to a rainy and wet evening, and I think that catches me up. The week, uneventful, learning how to use a Mac, (the notes feature I'm loving), trying to get back on track, all this time off and I need to start making good use of it before it all runs out...
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See a professional. Had it, up to here, with my MacBook, upgrading, installing, pissing around and getting no where. And so I took it down to the Mac Guy in Nelson, professional, who ran all the patches and roved through the settings and got it to where it should be. And my TinyMCE is working and I now have 1 computer to rule them all...
$30.00 is what it cost me. How many hours of hair pulling? Well, precious little left anyways.
Now to back up, purge the HP Scream and I can get on with my life. Bloody hell.
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And, always on the lookout for a cheap and painless cure for, well, any number of things, I've started listening to "Subliminally Stop Smoking" videos on YouTube. Specifically the one that's 10 hours long and with rain in the foreground.
It's just the sound of rain, and so I listen to it when I nap or doze off to sleep at night.
And it's a queer effect, at some point in it I begin to hear these disconcerting tones, feel out of myself, not myself, other, and ...
Well, too early to say if it's doing something, anything, but at least we're working in the right direction.