Saturday, December 2, 2017

Vitruvian Ken INBETWEENLAND 20171202

It's been a long time since my last post.  Oh well.

I tuned in to NPR on my phone this morning, and on a program called "Tech Nation" hosted by some NPR woman who called herself a mathematician and an engineer, she was interviewing Walter Isaacson, author of "Leonardo da Vinci" - a book I had already heard about from Dr. Joseph Pruitt.

I am tempted to buy the book, for me, for George Makrides, for my kids, for my grandkids, for David.

But no.  I will not read it, I think.  I have so MANY unread books.

*sigh*

I'm neither INSIDE the box, nor OUTSIDE the box.  I don't fit anywhere.  But why must I "fit" somewhere??????

I need not.  I can float here in INBETWEENLAND.

Walter Isaacson describes Leonardo da Vinci as a misfit, who was insanely curious.  I thought as I heard that that I too, used to be curious, and that someone in my childhood must have stomped it out at an early age.  Perhaps, perhaps not.

Perhaps I was just naturally never THAT curious.

I recall talking to people my age when I was in high school.  Girls I met (and pseudo-dated) would say things like "I never knew boys thought of those things."

So...... so what.

Isaacson says I should be writing pen on paper, rather than typing here.  But I have too much paper in my life already.  So I'm going to type here.

I think George Makrides is a modern-day Leonardo da Vinci, in that he loves to draw shapes and color them, or leave them black/white..... but he's an artist.  I don't know what he was like pre-fibromyalgia, but now, he's a creative, da Vinci type person.

I wish people around him would let him live more fully.

and then there's the David Deal.

What I thought this morning was that I must move on with my life, in ways that I would move on with or without the David Deal in my life.

I do not understand WHY this deal has not moved ahead.  It's one of the most frustrating things I've EVER experienced.

I've destribed it all in other posts.  So I won't detail it again here.  But it's WHAT I WANT, at 67 years of age.  It's WHAT I NEED now in my life.

It has been as good a PROMISED to me for 3+ years.  ANd STILL...............nothing.

I tease (?) myself by saying

damn, I lost that thought.

Well, I don't want to lie here in bed, typing all day.

Time for breakfast, and I need to use up some edgy pineapple anyway.

o&o