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Two, actually, that I suspect. Can't remember all the particulars, though I think foam either sent this music vid, or did something which encouraged me to find it. I'm thinking she actually put it up at her blog once upon a time in her blogging life, then I duly stole it. She might have said it fit, for some odd reason at that time. Anyway... Someone else thinks, given what is going on and what I am doing, that I must have some serious grasp on life... or such.
Truth is, as with being clever, that really isn't mine. I notice, then attempt to emulate, clever. Not even saying I am good at it, just denying those who have suggested that I might be, or think myself, crafty. Same with this thing about life. Perhaps, if I have either, they are gifts. Not something native to me, that is. Oh, I suppose, I want it. If I can have it boxed and gift-wrapped. But it isn't... I just do or do not. I don't really fuss, or try. If I am awake and able, even if I can't, I make a list of things to do. Even that is a gift, though seems more native.
Never mind. Just surprised. Well, and I wanted to listen to the song again, after having the notion be brought back into my mind. I do like the idea. I hope everyone has at least a touch of it. Rich, poor, learned, wise, dull, pretty, and not any of those things. My a lust for life find you where you are and strike your feet to flit, or your hands to squirm, your mind to race, your eyes to flit, or many of those and other things. Don't just do something, sit there? No way!
The cave sure seems a friendlier, better, place since doing a bit of this and that. Now I wonder what else I might do. Later.
I remember that video! I think I sent it to you. Not sure if you liked it that time. But maybe it was the other one that I sent you one time. I cannot remember which one that was. Old age just made me forgetful. :-) anyway, keep on keeping on!
ReplyDeleteWell, sometimes I can be hard to read, or have a mixed reaction. As far as I can remember, I really did like this one. At least you remember and it sort of fits what I remember. If I didn't like it, might have been ill and not seeming to like anything (it happens)... a misread... or another music vid. I can't tell you for sure, I only know what I see and remember as I do.
ReplyDeleteI can't be hassled, always, for absolute particulars. Not age, really, just pushing to suck air in after exhaling sometimes. Or living in great pain. Like on subs, you count the movements, up and down. Not the vessel, now, but the chest. Divide by two. If it comes out even, keep counting! Anyway.
Truth is? I don't know of a time when I ever had a great memory. It almost doesn't matter what I wore, what I ate, etc. It's trusting that I did the best I could as I could. Which even an exactly detailed memory will not provide, or at least when I have experimented with it that didn't seem to be the case. And, to be honest, others are similar. When we don't just forget, we sometimes remember as we like it. I've caught myself (on purpose) and others. T'sokay... Just the truth.