At the reminder of a friend I added the date of the posts to the post listing.
Aside from that I’m not writing too much here at the moment, because I’ve not exactly been at my best mood wise, and mostly I’d just whine. It’s bad enough that my crankiness was sufficient to write a rather negative post about a Town of Midland (and Noth Simcoe) Community Well-Being and Safety Plan including a letter to the editor on MidlandToday.
I’ve begun the process of killing off all my WordPress sites and replacing them with sites built using Hugo. I’m doing this because I’ve had various issues with WordPress that look like the data has gotten into a bad state. In addition, it’s a lot easier for me to edit and manage my site offline and upload it than the WordPress system of editing in the web browser.
Since I’m dong this, I’m doing weeding and trimming of the site as well, so you may notice some posts are not longer available, and that others have had a bit of refreshing / clean up.
Lately I’ve been working on building a theme for debugging sites built using Hugo. (Hugo is a fast and powerful static website generator). While most of the interest for this particular theme is actually the debugging I think the ‘silly little style’ I created for more pleasant testing, turned out being a not bad aqua/blue theme.
So, a little amateur photography through the window in my room. The photo above has been adjusted for shadows and highlights to improve visibility compared to the original. A gallery of the (cropped) original and tweaked photograph are shown below for easy comparison.
* As you can I get some interesting views through my window because of where the house in which I live is situated. Apparently it used to be the lookout for the coal docks / rail yard in Midland.
Well it seems I was down but not out. I’m getting back up and getting ready to continue the round. I’m stubborn that way, although this is about the punches life throws one’s way rather than a boxing match or other physical altercation.
It seems that there is need for my prescription for the medications that keep me from being depressed and paranoid (although nowhere near a crisis point it really was getting difficult to focus on anything other than the (irrational) worries about negative rumours being told about me in my community) to be adjusted.
I'm not perfect, neither are you: "Suck it up buttercup!" Okay, I have hard time saying things like that, even though there are times I am a bit of an ass. As the little quote says, “I’m not perfect”. The thing of which I have to remind myself is that neither is anyone else. We therefore need to learn how to forgive each other the little, or at least not major, stupid mistakes we make socially.
I discovered that a rather delicious meal I ate contained milk. It was unpleasant because I am lactose intolerant. When I experience the symptoms thereof, for some reason my mind has created this little poem (it might be a haiku):
My bowels, like water They move me To tears. It’s usually not quite that bad, but it is a horrible, painful experience, and even after all these years (I first learned lactose intolerance existed over 25 years ago, when ate a large bowl of pudding I had made and suffered incredibly, with no clue as the cause).
Since I’m working on planning my future and I happened to find out that the local college is having a virtual open house, I decided to take their ‘Career Assessment’, which turns out to be a fairly standard personality test (which wasn’t really all that surprising). It came back with, as usual for the tool this particular test is based on, as INTP.
I think the notion of sixteen personality types is a bit hokey, and have serious concerns about how much stock some folks put in these tests, but I find it at least interesting to see, in a general way, how it might help or help me understand myself.
Well 14 days later it’s still not horrible, and really much different from a professional cut at this point in the hair growth. I’m surprised, but not about to make it my regular.
Day 1 of my covid desperation (self)-haircut looks okay, but I’ve noticed that if it gets out of place it looks a lot worse than a professional haircut. We’ll see what it looks like in a few days…
It probably doesn’t hurt that my forehead is mostly bald, at least for this…
So, I did have hair, once upon a time. And a scanner with not very many pixels...
It’s not just that I live alone, nor is it that I don’t think about family (and friends and others), but that I don’t generally like discussing personal details of other people’s lives in a public forum, or for a wide audience. Politics is another matter, but I don’t have family in politics, so it’s a non issue.
I would nonetheless like to give a shout out to my oldest nephew for learning from his mistakes and, with help, really making awesome changes for the better.