Last week we were more than a little short buying groceries, so we left out the supplies for Pi(e) day, but I highly encourage everyone else to get theirs. [Billy]I like pie![/Billy] Really, Pi(e) day kinda snuck up on us this year. My favorite is cherry, but really there aren’t many things that can be legitimately called pie that I won’t eat, and like. The one exception to that is peach, because during a very bad period of my life that was the only kind of fruit I got, and it kinda leaves a bad taste in my mouth because of that. I associate everything peaches with that bad time, and just generally avoid them.
The weather is temporarily wonderful, mid-70s F but a bit breezy. The trees haven’t started shedding pollen yet, so I can still breathe sorta. The dust is a little bad and sometimes stops things up for a few minutes. It’s nice to see the sun again after about a week of cloudy to mostly cloudy skies. If I had a car waiting to get an engine pulled this would be the perfect weather to do it.
I have also been doing some more walking practice, disguised as “pacing” which is something I do when I’m thinking, pacing, I pace back and forth when I’m trying to pull an idea together. I’m trying to overcome the effects of spending too much time behind the computer by remodeling my stride to reduce the natural limp caused by the short leg. The limp causes me to burn up too much energy when I walk, leading to losing my balance and falling down. That is generally considered as “bad”. Or “not good”, if it isn’t actually considered “bad”.
Excuse me, speaking of “bad”, but there is a bad cat on my lap demanding attention from me. Back in a few.
Now to resume, I pace when I think and I’m not thinking at a keyboard. This is something that started back when my age was in single digits, so I don’t think I can break the habit any time soon, and even when I’m behind a keyboard I sometimes have to get up and pace to get my thoughts together on a subject. About the only thing that can keep me from pacing is a case of COL (Cat On Lap). Then the cat gets rubbed on while I think, something they can’t stand for less than 20 minutes.😸 But thinking, I do lots of thinking while I walk, putting things to the back of my mind and letting them run as background processes (yes, I’m a programmer from long ago, I learned how back when Fortran and Basic were still bleeding edge). Eventually an answer spits itself out, but I might be in another county by the time it happens. And the walking practice (remember walking practice?) helps make sure I don’t fall down while I’m pacing. I think of this as rehab, that I’m doing because I lost a lot of muscle mass behind the computer after the hip began keeping me off the bike. Well I have to build up endurance again so I can get around like I used to.
My soundtrack while I’m writing this is from my YTM app and it’s algorithm has decided I want a mix of electroswing, real ’30s, ’40s, and ’50s swing (mostly Duke Ellington and Benny Goodman) and classic rock, with some New Country. And nearly every song is something I either clicked “like” on or from an artist I had clicked “like” on, or “similar” to something I had liked. I like the old stuff from when I was a kid and before because I respect my music history.
Now go eat some pie.