addiction, cartoon, daily routine, dream, netpad, pearls before swine, postaday, PowerBall, Tea and Coffee
OK, so it’s not the typical thing a person might miss. But it turns out that it is more needed by me than I thought.
It has become a big part of my daily life. And yes, I get teased a great deal by my parents for having it nearby when I visit them, too. But this daily using of the Netpad … it kind of just crept up on me. Almost like an addiction.
For the last year and a half or so, it appears I have developed a routine of sorts. Starting with my waking … which can happen at all times of the night. And sometimes in the day.
First impulse? Reach for the cute little turquoise Netpad (HP Mini 200) to jot down some waking thoughts. Or to make note of a dream I’ve had in case it will come in handy for some future writing.
And for that matter … the writing itself.
Quick, before I forget … on the Netpad. Out, before I dwell on it for too long … on the Netpad. Play, before I think of something sad too much … on the Netpad.
First thing in the morning. Go make coffee / tea … then back upstairs to read all the headlines, check Facebook, see if there are any emails, and blog in my private diary. No it doesn’t have a key. It’s on my Netpad.
Last thing at night? A few parting thoughts and ideas. Maybe a to-do list for the following day.
So what happens when I don’t have my Netpad, which is at the shop getting upgraded and a “facelift”? Like today for example.
First, I wake up with the most amazing dream … about immigration at the turn of the century … an almost completely formed storyline in one dream … and I reach for my …
I shuffle through drawers looking for paper notebook and pen … repeating the dream in my mind so I don’t forget any of the good points. Which of course I do. It happens in the waking moments after a dream if you don’t have a Netpad handy.
Then I wonder how long it will be till I get the Netpad back.
Then, I don’t see the headlines … because it is taking me so long to hand write out the storyline of the dream. And I’m not really a TV watcher much anyway. So I don’t know what is going on in the world. Not that there is much going on. Nobody could have won the PowerBall or anything, could they? I wouldn’t know.
Then, I make coffee down here and instead of going upstairs to drink it and start my day, I have to come here to the Big PC and fire everything up. After closing all the automatic things that I really don’t need and opening some of the things that I really do need, I realize that I have forgotten all about my coffee.
Out to the kitchen to reheat the coffee in the …
There is yesterday’s coffee still in the microwave from where it was yesterday … when I did this very same thing.
Remove old coffee. Reheat new coffee. Go back to big PC while it is reheating.
Then, in a less than stellar mood, I read my emails … including the daily Pearls Before Swine.
At least that makes me laugh. And I realize that if I write in the mood I am in right now, it will not be anything that anyone will want to read either. But at least I am out on my big computer, even if my Netpad is gone.
I wonder what is in the headlines?
So I pull up the browser and see … lots and lots of pictures of PowerBalls and tickets and smiling people and …
So somebody won?
Well, maybe I won something. I could live more than comfortably the rest of my life on just one of those millions … even a half a million … even a quarter of a million. I realize that I am doing a combination of a thought, a prayer, and a negotiation as I root through my purse for the two tickets I bought yesterday … and the five sets of numbers that Linda bought.
She said she would share. So did I.
Okay, here’s a quick question …
Look at these numbers —
10, 13, 14, 22, 52 and 11.
Now look at these numbers …
21, 36, 41, 49, 50 and 33
25, 31, 48, 49, 54 and 35
05, 38, 39, 42, 45 and 23
04, 28, 41, 53, 57 and 21
18, 40, 42, 55, 57 and 34
06, 21, 27, 41, 57 and 09
08, 15, 21, 45, 50 and 08
None … as in not one single one … of the numbers in the winning combination appear anywhere in any of the numbers in the tickets here that we bought. Not one of them. In any of the numbers in any of the seven guesses.
What are the chances of that?
Not that any of that had anything to do with the lack of a Netpad here. Just an observation.
Oh, and I forgot the reheated coffee … again.