ECHOES OF THE PAST I'D LIKE TO FORGET

Ganesh:  "You vill lose dis deel."
IDE guy:  "At the end of the day..."
EdNet School Marm:  "Not good."  and "Well, you ASKED me."

There are so many more, but right now, I can't think clearly enough to write them all down.

*sigh*

I noticed that there was a "draft" in my list of posts which I had titled "FINALLY."  I clicked "publish," which made it seem like it was a post created TODAY, and not back when I wrote it.  That's not what I want.  I want the date I wrote it to be the controlling date.  Rather, this system "files" the posts by the day/date it was "published."

I'd like to keep a record of BOTH dates.  Perhaps that's not possible.  I COULD in fact insert the date into the body of the text, and that would tell me when I wrote it.

That's exactly what I was doing when I started this whole blog.  But I yielded to the system, in a sense.  I noted that the dates of my writings were automatically inserted into the title of the post.  So I stopped putting my own date in them.

Now I wish I had done what I was doing at the beginning.

I know, I know, I know...... it's only a date.

But dates are important to me.  They should accurately reflect what was done when.  I've long labeled the things I write with an 8 letter date (e.g., 19930710), and it's often helped me put in order the things pertaining to a given activity, customer, etc.

Dates.  They're also important to reconstructing the Book of Mormon events.

You could say that (for example) Sidney Rigdon visited the Patterson Print shop during a given period of time because his name appears on a list of "unclaimed letters" after a certain date, and then later, his name was no longer there.

But we don't REALLY know that's the case.  Someone who write his name could have done so based on a mere comment by another person on the day s/he was compiling the list.  Or, someone could have been mistaken about Mr. Rigdon's identity (e.g., "I'm pretty sure that was him.  I'll add his name to the list, and we'll see.")

The point is, mistakes happen, and they're probably not "malicious."  They're probably mostly innocent mistakes.

But why can't we be as clear and precise as possible.  Sloppy writing and recording events at the wrong time lead to confusion.  And when the issue is important (even if only important to one person), it's even more critical that we be clear, accurate, precise.

Much of the world doesn't care about all this.  But I do.

It might be a curse.  But it's part of me, for whatever reason there might be.

So now I'll try to fix the "FINALLY" draft, and figure out what date I wrote it.  I hope the system will allow me to track the date I wrote it, even if I'm forced to use today's date for the date of "publishing."

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20131026:
(From now on, I'm going to insert the actual date I'm writing stuff, so there's no possibility of confusion about the date.)

So, it's Saturday morning, and I woke up with the same ole same ole:

1.  Knee pain, and wondering if the little green patches are doing anything at all.
2.  Desire to talk to MCG
3.  Sinus drip/cough syndrome
4.  Restless night - couldn't figure out which side to sleep on.
5.  Phantom aches in my right arm & right leg.
6.  Lamenting my financial predicament - and wondering why I must be someone who waits and waits for stuff that could easily be updated (at the very least.  for example, a call from WFB saying "I don't know yet." or a call from David T saying "I can't talk for a week." or some such).
7.  All the technical crap I deal with (phone, PC, TV, car)
8.  What is the purpose of my life????????????? I still don't feel I'm any closer to an understanding of what it is.  And I still don't feel closer to even being "nudged" by MCG in any direction.  I hope I'm not fooling myself.  I hope I haven't missed the boat (i.e., the nudge, or the screaming message, or whatever it might be that MCG might have sent me before today).  I hope that when I hear it, I'll recognize it and have the courage to accept it and act on it.  I hope.

I hope.

So MCG or no MCG, I will have lived a life of hoping, and not much doing.  So be it.

Meanwhile, I have to eat and sleep and poop and pay my taxes..... until I die.