Thursday, April 30, 2020

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Ocean Sleep

Amazing how well this works 'at work'.

I've have the waves on for hours today. Very peaceful.



Cable



I noticed my 7 year old laptop charging cable was frayed.

I see there were only a couple available at Best Buy around the metro area.

$79.00 American money for a charging cable. Sheesh.

I ordered a new one for curbside pickup at the Mayfair location.

That went well. Got home. Opened the box. Got the stuff out.

I put the brand new cable back in the box it came in.

(Apple stuff; exquisite packaging.)

A couple days go by and I'm juicing the MacBook Pro with a very old looking cable.


My first thought is how to get a return authorization etc. from Best Buy. I look at the old cable again and ... finally it dawns on me ... that the brand new one is still brand new, unused in the box.

I put the brand new cable back in the box it came in.

After discovering that the very next thing I thought to do was set up for a photo shoot and edit this story for you.





Trifles : Window Washing

These are cards made with watercolor wash and markers on 117# Strathmore Mixed Media, 5.5 x 8.5 folded in half and half, meant to travel in an A2 envelope and standup on the fridge, table, shelf, counter, etc. A card not mean to go back in the envelope. I call them Trifles. Yes, I send them postal. The basic message? Ho-Oponopono: I'm sorry. Forgive me. Thank you. I love you.





Trifles : Design : Window Washing

These are loose ball point pen designs for trifles; cards.
These are cards made with watercolor wash and markers on 117# Strathmore Mixed Media, 5.5 x 8.5 folded in half and half, meant to travel in an A2 envelope and standup on the fridge, table, shelf, counter, etc. A card not meant to go back in the envelope. I call them Trifles. Yes, I send them postal. To people I know. 

The basic message? Ho-Oponopono: I'm sorry. Forgive me. Thank you. I love you.
The only basic message not included is: Get Well .... and, I guess I can add it.







Friday, April 17, 2020

Bird Poem April 2012


This Morning

At 3:25 this morning 
lying in bed in the dark 
my feet are chilly and
I am thinking about shit. 
Thinking. Mentally. About shit.
Am I an excremental - ist?

Do I have to get up
and make a note of that? Or, will I remember? 

If I get up I could put socks on 
and maybe a sweatshirt.

Then I hear the voice
in my head that I use 
when I am talking to you.
That's the signal.

It's now 3:40 a.m.
I've written it down and turned off the light.
The birds have started chirping. 
Already?
Maybe their feet are cold.

David L White 4/17/12

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Sweet Dreams



Sweet Dreams

the day was enough of a day
nothing to pack or put away
explain, define, approve, acquire
nothing left to wonder till
far tomorrow seeming distant

slipping between the sheets
the temperature perfect
the humidity A-okay
this old body feels - agreeable

stretching a bit to find a place
every place better than fine
even more than comfortable

no aches, pains, worries, concerns
the breathing ... breathing easily

Sweet dreams soon and good, good night

_______________________________
David L White 
4/6/2020

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