Time

Time slows when there is more going on. This is the basis for "Internet time," wherein if someone doesn't answer your email within three days, you suspect that they may be dead. I think something like this happens while driving, because we all know how long those 15 second red lights last. Also, try this while driving (have someone hold your beer): glance at your watch and note where the second hand is, then watch it until it moves. It should only take one second, right? It's amazing how long that seems to take--not if you're waiting for a red light, but if you're driving along. (If you own a Rolex, this won't work. It has to be a quartz-timed watch.) Perhaps it has to do with hyperfocusing. So, same with the Internet. Apparently. This is also my basis for explaining the eternal summer vacations when you were in grade school. OK. I guess, also the watched pot. (Millennials: this is a reference to the old adage, a watched pot never boils, from back when phones had round dials and what you are calling "life hacks" were simply known as "life.")

Note to self: write a blog post ranting about the use of the term "life hack."

So, my point is, damn, I arrived back in Kansas City less than two weeks ago?  I moved into my apartment four days ago? A lot has happened. Same with the last year--it's been now.

One of the things that happened to me was that since I had to finally reduce all of my belongings to a pile of stuff that would fit in my admittedly small SUV, I got rid of a few too many things. I did the best I could--when I drove to KC I had so much stuff in the back of my Ford that if I opened the tailgate, something would fall out. So at one point during packing, I decided my desk top computer "tower" was too damn big, and I've been wanting to get rid of it anyway, so I took the hard drive and an expensive video card out of it and threw the tower part away. I hope I can figure out how to get all the pictures off the hard drive . . . Bottom line, I am using the Macbook Air.

Note to self: you could write a long blog post about trying to switch from Windows to OS--what is it now?--High Sierra, you could write that, but don't bother.

Also I have no furniture again, so I watch TV while sitting on the floor. Seriously, I really am too old for this. It is not just an adage, it is the awful truth. Getting furniture is on my list. Also--the age thing--getting someone to deliver said furniture right to my living room. That would be a plus.

OK. I am down to two guitars, having shipped my son's Fender Stratocaster to him in Seattle, so that helped, but again I note that while you may think a guitar is not a particularly large instrument, you would stop thinking that if you had to put two of them, in their cases, in a car. Special care was taken so that when I opened the tailgate, neither guitar was what fell out onto the pavement. Usually it was a box of computer cables and small accessories that would roll far away if given half a chance.

Well, time's a wastin' and I have another list of things to do. Anyway, all is well.