I'm still not dead.

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To the world, in ways, at times, of course.  At least I can speak.  A few visitors visited tonight.  One I had seen most recently.  She was giving a presentation so did not recognize me.  She was impressed that I remembered her, even where she was from... something she had offered during her presentation.  I was a bit surprised.  She is pretty, but that wasn't what allowed me to remember.  I expect women to be attractive.  No, it was that she had a strong and good sense of herself.  It isn't strong women I dislike, it is women who try to be men that I dislike.  She was not that.  Satisfied in her sex and comfortable in her skin.  And well spoken.  Yes, yes, I do judge, and harshly.  If I give you a good grade, be thankful.  Not to me, to those you chose to abide in your training for life, education, and such.  And, maybe, have a little pride that you could, chose, and did accept right teachings.  Could, chose, and accepted all have to come together, no one will work alone or in two-sets.

Arrangements have been made for another visit.  I had it written down, couldn't find my cellphone.  Found my cellphone, now I have to find the writing.  Teh Bother!  I best do that before I forget.  Huh?  Never mind.  Ahha!  There it is.  I'll do it right now.  Almost messed up.  The 7th, the 17th, the 27th... or while we are at it, July, September, January... what's the difference!  Never mind that, either.  Some people are sooooooo picky!  :p  While speaking of late, early, or otherwise inconvenienced by time and it's dictates, I need to get my mother her birthday card.  She is a patient woman, so her doctor says?  Actually, I think that IS all the same, save when you get to plural and another form... patients versus patience.  That you ought to mind.  Just saying.

I am doing well.  I'm just not doing much.  I am sure there is a plan, simply no one has told me and if it's my turn, I haven't played yet.  It's good, just not functioning.  The game is going well, but I am not sure where to go, and the places I think I want to go I can't find.  Which, actually, is why I am sitting in front of the machine.  Why, then, am I blogging?  I don't know, it's a real question, to you the reader!  Don't even look at me that way, Lucy.  Just answer the question, and, yes... I can handle the truff!  Well, what of it I will allow as a truff.  When I can handle it, mostly.  That's probably why time and date stamps don't work with me.  They get in the way of me getting out of the way?  Yup!  Told you I could handle the truff.  :)

Well... on to... figuring out what I was here to figure out.  Do have a fine evening, good night, and maybe just a touch of teh goofy.  It's good, once in a while.  Later.