No, I don’t mean her real picture, the ones you see occasionally on her blog, such as the night she went out for date when she was 17. And I don’t mean the one you see on the still CNN screen video. No, I am referring to the little caricature drawing on the upper left sidebar. She looks friendly in that one and happy and cheerful. I don’t get that feeling from her real face. Now, I know this is probably just me, but there it is. And don’t be mad, but I think she looks kinder in the little image.

That’s my mother’s address. When I would call home from college, I had to spell it for the operator: Ship-she-wana. Now if I still called through an operator, they would recognize it immediately because Shipshewana is a huge flea market/auction in Amish County. I knew I should have invested money in the place. As it is, maybe I will reclaim my old address for the anti-panache of it all.

I have an Apple computer; I am typing on it right now. I am going to tell you about my research into Netflix which I have forever identified with $4.99 a month. Well, guess what? At that price you get a limit of two rentals a month and two hours of watching on your PC. In these $4.99 commercials, I kept hearing the word “unlimited”, but that only applies if you pay at least $8.99 a month. There most popular plan is $16.99 per month for three DVD’s at a time, unlimited rentals and unlimited PC viewing of the much small PC available list.

Of course,  you have to have run Windows Vista or some other Windows product.

So, Netflix . . . Flix Off.

With the boost the Internet has given to the interest in genealogy, a lot of people are scrolling through names looking for ancestors. I have done it. Then one day it dawned on me that all those people in the 1880 census book for the county in which I had interest were dead; actually, all the people in the 1880 census were dead. Even the ones listed as being 1/12 years old. That is a lot of dead people. Obviously, I knew generations came and generations went; I don’t think, though, I ever thought too much about the sheer numbers that “everybody” indicates. I’m here now, but I’ll be dead. Everyone living now will one day be dead. It is like shift work; for a while you are young and in first shift, then day shift, then, if an accident or disease hasn’t claimed you, late shift.  Then you’re gone.

It’s not like everyone here is gone tomorrow, but sooner or later, the world will done with us all.

I washed my face and somehow got the sleeve on my turtleneck wet, so now I have it hanging from my shoulder while my arm nestles inside the body of my shirt right next to my body, but sticks out from the wrist so I can type.  As if anyone needed to know that, but every little bit of practice helps my typing.

When I stopped by this site, I noticed that a few people have been stopping in at a post titled something along the lines of sturdy shoes and warm socks. Why is that I asked myself and then I noticed  the short paragraph contained a reference to Valley Forge. So, people who were looking for information on Valley Forge, I apologize for causing you a detour.

I think I’m going to research the cave painting in France now, so I can answer my mother’s questions – she is reading a book that is set in that area and a diver reaches them through an underwater passage. Our question concerns an entrance that does not go underwater, if there is one.

That makes me think of tourism and it fascinates me to think that so many places whose major industry is now tourism once had real day jobs – for instance, Greece.