anomalous adventures

On the former:
“So, from which neighbor’s yard did they pick them?” (Gladiolas were my Busia’s favorite flowers. I derive pleasure in seeing my mom place two stems of them in a vase, courtesy of my sister’s yard and her green thumb. Although I wasn’t aware my sister had arrived, and so assumed my nephews had scavenged for them, considering there were earlier reports of their intention to cut down a tree.)

On the latter:
I was thinking about it being Peter Piper picking purple peppers, but then I wondered if it was pickled peppers, or a patch of pickled peppers… But you pickle stuff after it’s been picked, so that didn’t make much sense. And I was just confused. I don’t see many purple peppers. These came from my sister’s garden. I think they’re pretty cute.

(Goals for the coming week include lots of personal correspondence, filling out links and follow-ups I’ve neglected, and bringing photos up to date. It’s better to have the slot to plug things in than to think I’ll remember what I was going to add. It’s like time-varying ‘evolution of the blog,’ with a boatload of co-variates.)

Or, it should be something like, “All or Nothing,” but I actually had a day of balancing activity in there–getting things done without burning myself out. (My personal chef and trainer has not turned up yet.) In any case, my anticipations of actions haven’t been very accurate–not for lack of motivation or mental planning. But I’m making progress.

Quick ABI/Captel update (since I’ve been terrible at follow-up):
The clarity of voice coming through the receiver was great today. Better than face-to-face conversations.

I don’t think I’ve been situating myself close enough to people to isolate their voices. I miss the effectiveness of my pre-2007 programs in filtering out background noise (on the S/squelch setting). I think that will just take time and use to regain. I’m receptive to that happening. (It’s been nice this week to realize my mind’s bringing out old coping techniques, potentiality language and such.)

The notable quote from the week: “This is not a mooning contest.”

Rest is all I can muster at the moment. I fully anticipate a grand week for blogging and other activities!