sine qua non “…an essential condition or element; an indispensable thing.” What can you do without? I can’t do without the Big Guy, my family, friends or love…basically, in that order, though I do without degrees of each. The Big Guy, only in that I can’t tell you what the Big Guy looks like or sounds like, etc; family and friends in that I wish I could be with all of them all the time, and love, well, there are degrees. I can do without a lot more than I would like to think I can, but everything is relative to what one is used to, isn’t it? I could always appreciate the little things. My world is a little smaller right now due to physical constraints, but my mind, well, good luck holding that back.
I looked at a couple of older blogs today, queued up by something that came to mind about where I lived, and I looked at the last few entries on them, which was written the same and through some computer glitch poorly formatted. Before that I skipped back and forth between them, like different personalities. I am no computer geek, just trying to apply whatlittle I know to the medium. If you check back on any of those, it will become evident that anagramming has been a way of life a while, though other things have happened in my life. Pick an entry, any entry, go forward and backward a few, and you see I try to tie things together. I don’t know if it is more habit of documenting or obsession. It is what it is.
A question was posed today, as to whether or not I make up this stuff, to which I answered, no I don’t make up the comics, but yes I do make up the anagrams. Some are better than others, but hey, I generally only do one random comics strip bubbles to anagram. Sometimes more, it just depends. I can’t tell on what. But to those so inclined to check me on this, the older blog links are in the sidebar. Have at it. My hobby or habit is open for viewing, as is any aspect of life when one blogs on line.
A.D.D. I started off with sine qua non. What was in mind was a roof. Huh? Yes, a roof. Most people take that for granted. I do. I have always had a roof under which to live. Many don’t. There are degrees.
This is my blue roof. Well, it isn’t mine exactly, but I live under it.
I have half a cedar shake roof and half a tarp roof to live under, and I need a sense of humor to live under both halves. It is a sine qua non, of sorts. When it rains, pots and pans, baking sheets, towels, rugs, whatever is handy, comes out of the cabinets and catches the streams or drops. Just last week a piece of plaster fell from the ceiling in the living room. It happens all the time in the kitchen. A piece of roofing felt hangs in front of the kitchen window, blocking the view. Well, there really in so view there, but I do watch birds occasionally. The blue roof is an essential thing in life right now. It has been there about 5 years now, and yes, sometimes it is blue, sometimes gray, but it always leaks. I live with an historical roofing expert. Sometimes life gets in the way of taking care of one’s own business.
I remember weekend projects. There were times the girls and I would move their furniture into the hallway, completely re-arrange, paint the walls, and have a whole new look, for a mere $15 in paint, and the time it took to do it. Of course, then I had real walls, a ceiling intact and it was a lot easier. I was a little younger and life was different then. Things changed. I always thought I was living a good life. Things are relative.
I live a good life now too, but things are very different in my little cocoon, where I sit watching life zoom past outside the front door. Everything is relative. Nothing is really the same. But the little things…ah, yes, those little things, I can appreciate them even better. A few flakes are falling outside…
The beau wakes up, turns the tv on and I hear these words being sung, “You can’t take the sky from me.”
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