A Volley With "E" ~

Dear E~

We are connected in more ways than one.  That is good, yes?  It is nice to hear from you as well.  How are you doing today?  Was your day all that you wished it could be?  Did you dream during the day?  If so, what did you dream and how do you see it coming to fruition?  Better said, would you like to see your dream(s) come to fruition?  If I seem to ask odd questions, it is because I assume there are day dreamers and night dreamers.  As I do not remember my dreams of the night, I dream during the day.  The advantage of dreaming during the day is the memory and the involvement in the infolding of the novella or a magnus opus.  Much like a child’s book, there are pictures/scenes available to the reader and yet like a mutoscope, without participation by the viewer, there lies no life.  Unlike the mutoscope, there is no crank to turn and thus I turn to myself.  The experience is like a book in which there is a scene available to the reader, however, lying neatly and beautifully over the scene are transparent sheets where overlays can be made to build actions and dimension to what would otherwise be flat.  The distant farmhouse can be viewed by the minimal rays of a rising sun giving way to a crowing cock.  This in turn brings a light to a window which had previously been dark.  As there really is no book, the overlays are made in this supposed reality and I do create lovely stories which are entertaining and sometimes sad when they fade away.  I sometimes lose my lasso. 

Ah yes the old AT&T Audix!  Only two people from my company went for the certificate and only one person did the initial setup and training...me.  Actually, I still have my papers of successful completion and all the material for the course.  My course was taken on July 8, 1991 and concluded on July 11, 1991.  At the time, I found it a cool challenge.  Then again, working for AIA during that time was a challenge as they had one of those old reel to reel computer systems located on an otherwise abandoned floor.  I not only had my own office, but I had my own floor.  Unfortunately or fortunately, no one knew how to use the system.  Therefore, I had to not only teach myself how to how to work the bugger, I also had to learn to get the bugs out of the bugger as much was not correct.  The greatest part of that job was not only the challenge to learn the system, but to fix all the errors that I found within it.  I sometimes miss such challenges of the corporate world, but I like my slice of menial heaven right now.  Thankfully, when I worked my brief stint at Prudential, I had time to teach myself Paradox.  I would rather learn than be idle and then apply my knowledge.  And so began a database love affair.    

You are lucky that no damage was had by you and yours during the storm(s) that have beset the northeast.  Much to my dismay, the only damage I have had this winter was when my roof vent got covered with snow which caused both snow and ice to enter my attic.  This little ditty lead to my ceiling falling down.  Oh, the woes of owning a home.  Meh.

As we are into late February, look to the trees as they should be speaking very shortly.  Their silent buds are the indication.  Much like fall has a smell to it, so too does spring.  The phoenix arises from the ashes and the cycle begins once more. 

Being that I have written quite a bit, I best lay myself down now as Hitchcock puts me to sleep.  Silence leaves the hamster wheel in my head rolling and squeaking; noise blocks the wheel’s movement somewhat. 

While I have you here, have you ever read “Woman on the Edge of Time?”  If so, can you tell me how it affected you?  If you haven’t read it, I suggest you do.  I read it years ago and cried.  Much of me wished to be in the land that was the possible utopian society as opposed to the possible dystopian society.  Maybe, if we take a good look around, a dystopia may be creeping up on us: hence the dream and the dreamer.

Stay warm and stay in touch.  Correspondence is a lovely thing when one has time.  Be thee well my friend and do stay warm.  Adieu.

~ Arachne ~ February 25, 2013 @ 1:57 a.m. EST