Not a lot
October 16, 2015
The work at Corvel is actually satisfying when I get it right. I’m helping people and working out puzzles as I determine which form is used when and how to find each unique location. You see, there is no one formula that works to find locations and each person has their own trick to find them. All of them work but not all of the time so you have to know several tricks to find the right location. Challenging.
I saw Terry briefly last evening as I dropped off Mom’s VCR tapes of Pickle in Paradise and of her old home movies. Jasper will be converting them to DVD and making me 8 copies of each which I plan to send as Christmas gifts to the other kids. It will show them Mom as they have never seen her.
Here is a little something that popped into my mind last night:
Her hair was never quite acceptable. No matter how she combed or sprayed or pinned it there were always some stray hairs that escaped bondage and flung themselves wildly about her head. Almost as if they were saying “You foolish woman!” You cannot tame us any more than you can tame your soul.” For years she fought her hair and finally, as she accepted her self more and more she began to let her hair be.
The work at Corvel is actually satisfying when I get it right. I’m helping people and working out puzzles as I determine which form is used when and how to find each unique location. You see, there is no one formula that works to find locations and each person has their own trick to find them. All of them work but not all of the time so you have to know several tricks to find the right location. Challenging.
I saw Terry briefly last evening as I dropped off Mom’s VCR tapes of Pickle in Paradise and of her old home movies. Jasper will be converting them to DVD and making me 8 copies of each which I plan to send as Christmas gifts to the other kids. It will show them Mom as they have never seen her.
Here is a little something that popped into my mind last night:
Her hair was never quite acceptable. No matter how she combed or sprayed or pinned it there were always some stray hairs that escaped bondage and flung themselves wildly about her head. Almost as if they were saying “You foolish woman!” You cannot tame us any more than you can tame your soul.” For years she fought her hair and finally, as she accepted her self more and more she began to let her hair be.