“We just tease someone until they develop an eating disorder.”

old tires

Welp.  It’s been a long week, and it’s only Wednesday.  I stressed myself out and ended up seeking out my big sister for advice.  She’s close in age with Stevie Nicks. (Yes, it suddenly makes her cooler.)  She helped me calm down, mostly.

I freak out about things with which I have no control like I’m being paid.  I’m having a hard time refraining from beating myself up.  It seems like a logical reaction when I’m the cause.

I’m functioning on auto-pilot too much.  I burned my hand while soldering earlier by reaching for the iron without looking up.  I left my eyes in my other world again.  Along with my brain.  Sigh.  At least it’s not severe.


I’m assembling DIY kits for the kids in the afterschool program in Denver.  They teach basic electronics and soldering.  Today’s youth need to know how to recycle and repair electronics.

I’m still working on my guide to going off the grid (for free.)  Today’s trash is tomorrows treasure.  Scavenging, repairing, refurbishing, etc. are the skills I’m interested in of late.  Water purification and desalination are up there, too.

M. and I are headed to Colorado to plant more trees.  I’m not bringing a laptop this time.  I need to unplug for a while.  M. has a meeting in Denver, but otherwise, it’ll just be a mini vacation.  I’ll soon be off to play in the dirt and let go of what isn’t working, or needs freed.  Peace.

Not only that, I broke his thumbs.

I’m having lots of fun with the camp kids.  S. taught us a type of meditation that focuses on breathing earlier.  Then I taught them how to solder.  I understand now why people choose to be teachers of children as a career.  I’d like to elaborate but lack the words.  We’re going on a nature walk to talk about design tomorrow.  We’ve acquired three more kids whose parents work in the building.  They’re older (14, 15, 17) and have been a delightful addition to the group.  They ask answerable questions, for starters.  😂  (I don’t know how much the sky weighs, but love the question.)

I taught in the Army and while earning my Ph.D.  I enjoy it, (but I get nervous.)  S. has been great about keeping things flowing.  (When someone asks a question, I usually lose my place.)  One of the kids is super energetic.  His mom said he gets in trouble at school.  The camp is movement friendly.  I think better when I walk around and imagine others may too.  I don’t want the child wasting his concentration on remaining still when there are better things on which to focus.  Sitting still is bad for our bodies, anyway.

I’m missing my drums even though I packed a practice pad.  It’s not as fun.  I’ve been spending more time with a guitar (that isn’t set up.)  My fingertips object after about an hour, but I composed a melody.  The inclination to tip the guitar up under my chin when I get to a hard part always cracks me up.  (I have a less painful acoustic at home with a strap that helps prevent this.)  I brought my 25 key midi keyboard, too.  It works great with my iPad Pro.  I’m going to play around with it this weekend.  It’ll be my first time using GarageBand in ages.

I’m holding my breath regarding recent developments in affordable health care.  I brought my emergency protest kit just in case.  Hugs to everyone who is doing the same.  Don’t lose hope.  Remember, together, we’re America.  We, the people, hold the real power in our unity.  The vast majority of Americans support life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for *all* Americans.  The opposition is trying desperately to hide their crimes.  They’re not a force, they’re an embarrassment to humanity.  The victory is ours, we just have to collect it.  Stay peaceful.  💜


Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

(Delayed post due to forgetting to publish)

It’s been a long day.  I went to walk-in at the VA to get a new sleep medication first thing.  After that, I headed to work, where I had to conduct some interviews.  The first interview was easy.  It was a college student working on his B.S. in Computer Science at a local university.  Surprisingly, he doesn’t know how to code.  I thought everyone who studied to work in computers knew how to code.  I told him no, but gave him information to apply for an internship next year.  And a homemade DVD with some good tutorials to get him started with coding.

He was under the impression that we’d hire anyone with Autism.  That’s illogical.  So that was short, and went well as it could.  The next person had scheduling conflicts that eliminated him.  The final person was perfect for the position.  She’s a senior citizen who had to quit her previous job at McDonald’s because being on her feet that long was a problem.  She’s kind, and the guys met her and like her.  We got an appointment with a local office store that will get her workspace situated ergonomically.  She complimented my rocking chair.  So yeah, I like her too.

When I explained to her that we all have Autism, (with Sean being my echo, because that’s not obnoxious), she said she has two grandchildren who are on the spectrum.  Then there was the awkward pause.  Then she sat with me while I helped her pick a computer.  I told her that I’ll teach her how to use the software, and any other stuff she wants to learn on the computer.

I sort of specialize in teaching the elderly how to be internet savvy.  It’s fun and simple.  I buy them a netbook (Windows), because whatever they were using was probably made by Gateway or Packard Bell.  Then I go through the steps to do a task.  Then I put each task on a notecard, step by step, so that they can refer to it until it’s natural.  Then let them file the cards in what order they want, leave an email address, and thank them for whatever food they gave me while I was teaching them.  I meet most of them at the VA in the waiting rooms.  Some have been neighbors.

One of them had a son I went to school with, but he was in a higher grade.  He works in network security at a bank, and would show his Mom how to do something on the computer one time, and then complain if she asked how to do the same task again.  What a douche.  So I taught her, and made cards.  She kept coming back to learn more stuff, so I taught her more stuff.  She’s a total computer nerd now.  She takes her netbook with her everywhere, (lots of bus trips to various casinos).  Her friends consult her now for computer advice.  She called me not long ago to tell me that her son was impressed by her website.  I could tell she was proud of herself.

I don’t understand why some people assume the elderly are incapable of learning how to be computer wizards.  People are so much smarter than computers.  For now, (laughs maniacally).