Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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Day before holiday

Last night I dreamed that the Grim Reaper visited me. The Reaper of my dreams looked disappointingly like a grocery-store-plastic Halloween costume version, complete with a scythe that might well have been styrofoam. I felt no fear. The Reaper spoke with me. He was not there to collect me imminently.  He told me that my mind would one day be taken over by a [space] alien. I asked him if his visit was because that process would erase my existence. I came to believe instead that he was telling me that the takeover would not cost me my life, but I could elect to die rather than to permit the loss of control of having my mind overtaken. I declined this "opportunity". I woke up before I could gather more to report.

I walked on the Chisholm Trail on my way to work, after a bowl of Kix cereal and skim milk.  I worked a solid day. I like the day before Thanksgiving as my phone is usually mostly silent then. At lunch I walked in Salmon Park in Sachse.  I did not get a good picture of the Red-Tailed Hawk or the Yellow-Rumped Warblers, but I took passable pictures of a Common Buckeye Butterfly.

We let our staff members go home at 3 p.m. I worked until a bit after 5.  I walked a bit in Breckinridge Park. after watching part of the world chess championship game 9, in which Carlsen, now trailing, drew with Karajakin. I have been impressed with the challenger's play against Carlsen. Then I drove home, picking up bananas and clementines at Sprouts on the way home. Holidays are for clementines.

My wife cooked us a lovely London Broil tonight along with mashed potatoes. We watched "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving".
Now we are watching a holiday movie on the Hallmark Channel. But  I am also watching a video called "Bird-Watching at Fitzgerald Lake".
This is a simple home-made video of a bird walk on a lake near Northhampton, Massachusetts. Stills of birds are used rather than the actual video of birds sighted. Instead, it is the birding party talking about birds. They are recognizable to me, though this bird walk is a bit more chatty than those I favor. I like this sort of simple documentary video.

Later in the evening, my wife heated the organically-grown walnuts my cousin brought from inland California. She overheated them by mistake, but a goodish and tasty few escaped the scorch. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, a day I love.
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