It would take me a long time, sure you are not talking to ur phone.
Let’s say a good deal of time passed.
Haven’t ever organized all that before. A day off where I’m not tired is optimal as that was work (my formal education was with a backbone of reading & writing).
To get from one place to another is classically:
Information, is only data.
Free-floating.
Knowledge, is the application of experience to integrate information to the whole.
Wisdom, is where love intuits what’s really needed (as He taught).
Emotions (feelings) are the rapids in this river. Where one founders.
As said,
had I known in my twenties what I now know (information integrated), there’d have been little reason to continue. One can’t fix it.
Knowledge, is still in coming to grips. Not shying away. That pain never far away. Of so very much missed.
Wisdom, I'd like to obtain.
Righteousness, flowing as a river. Unimpeded.
A daughter-in-law I hope (pray) takes me as I am. She has the unnerving combination of beauty & brains. I never dated much less married other than the type . . . but this is
his wife. There are pitfalls.
One is “all-in”, or the thing doesn’t coalesce. We are not yet well-acquainted.
I joked (partly) with my son, “Okay, now you’ve married her, assemble a huge key ring and inform her she’s coming along to meet “Dad”.
When she wonders aloud at the brusqueness (and keyring) tell her that one is for the road gate. The second, the garden gate. Another, the front door. Yet another to the basement. And the next to my room.
I’m more than presentable company. So it’s a way of saying that while I do my best, “visits” (like parties) are tiring to me, not energizing. Opposite of what I’d really like.
Getting to know me takes awhile, I’m told. It’s enough for me I no longer live in a state of constant hyper-vigilance. Others adjustment isn’t the same concern. I’ve lived long enough to have a wide range of prediction results tested.
— Can you tell the sex and race of another driver based on their behavior at the wheel, never seeing them?
— Can you come up with a quick; accurate summation of a person based solely on their shoes given a particular locale?
Can you win bets in this?
I’ve had no choice but to learn such zany stuff. Paid bar tabs, too.
Social Distance, my friend, isn’t any new concept. I’ve lived it. It’s an evil.
Like others I have personas I can assume. Shaded variations of self.
I realize that some stay in one or another their whole lives.
Doesn’t work, does it?. Makes the chances we have in this life into a parody.
Problem is that I rarely filter what to say and not say (reason for keyring). After spending three years slowly dying two decades ago, I don’t much care any more. Most of it (someone else’s rules, I note) hadn’t anything to do with why any of us are alive.
That’s all that’s interesting.
What do they think it is?
Why are we here?
So, I’d like to be able someday to reach that point of comfort with the recent bride. Trust. That the intersections of our lives aren’t seen as unfortunate accident.
Burden.
My being able to say “who I am”, is in making visible
an invisible handicap. The lovely is an M.D. Assessment part of the toolkit for them.
These shoes fit, I’ve learned. Nothing else ever did so far as the missing piece was concerned.
But they’re not yet broken in. That’s not in my power.
So I’m working on how to shine ‘em up for her. That stitching flaws are obvious can’t be covered. Wouldn’t want it to be such.
Can shoes take a humble shine?
Kiwi, or Lincoln Stain Wax, boys?
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