They do read.

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I think I struck a nerve here, with the people I am staying with. My statement was not aimed at them at all, but at limousine liberals. They do sail, or have. My comment regarding something about not being able to sail, more of that last (or, shut the ____ up). Although it might have been the whole of the article. However, it is a rather cold night here. Not for my part, I really have no worries about differences. So, I am guessing they read here. They either took that as a personal attack or the whole thing as a slight.

I suspect others read here too. Behind enough systems, I cannot see them. I have noticed that others also have strange reactions, sometimes strangers (locals), sometimes people with whom I share an association. There were some other comments which lead me to believe they have read back quite a bit.

I am not sure if they, whoever reads here, realizes that some fact, some fiction, some thinking without connection, and other types of writing occur here, but it does. This is a journal, a fiction novel of sorts, and a place to let my mind roam and explore... possibilities. Some related to real life, some wholly imaginative scenarios.

I suppose reading here for absolute fact is like seeing a branch in calm wind and assuming that it is always straight and rigid, that it will always be attached to the tree, and probably some other suppositions which are not always or even fundamentally true. And I have a huge imaginative reservoir and many real and unreal to me and others questions for the world, myself, others, and God. Most people have such "straight" lives, they cannot imagine my life, thoughts, nor understand my writing. But then, I am not actually writing for others. I certainly do not advertise, make known, or otherwise invite. Those who are here are just that, and stay, comment, read, or go quite on their own. I suppose the rest have no clue I exist and no interest about me, here, or what I write, think, or believe. All good.

Anyway...

Neck is still a bit tweaky, the back feels better, the hand is still problematically cranky, and I may be getting a fever and some other stuff. I did, finally, start the antibiotics if perhaps a wee late. I will wash and freshly bandage the thing shortly.

I do not know when I will blog again though. They are letting me stay tonight, and tomorrow as I will not be able to sort out bedding while everything is being loaded over. But they want the machine out in the morning and me out Friday but a call to Comcast was unsuccessful in getting me set up there, or even having connection scheduled. The Indian I spoke with did not understand me well, I think, and said he could not find service in the area for me. But after speaking with the Post Office Mistess, I know Comcast serves the area (with cable internet, definitely high speed). Anyway, this is it for a bit.

Have a good life until then!