I did get another page up for selling the Camaro on Dad’s website yesterday afternoon. Then I got into reading The Mayfair Chronicles by Anne Rice. I have read and recorded the first six chapters for my own personal audio book archive.
The one thing I really do resent is the fact that I’m not able to acquire a no strings attached audio copy of the books I “purchase” from services like Audible. But, if I know I’m going to be reading a book more than once, I have a perfectly legal way around that which no company can prevent me from implementing under copyright law. Toss in a few extra laws that protect the blind specifically and… “Life is good.”
Of course, I get why they make things so damn difficult. It has way less to do with the environment and more to do with the handful of jerkoffs that don’t respect any rules whatsoever. “The few always screw things up for the many.”
I did look into OpenAudible and a few other options. But they raised a few red flags for me. So, I use a solution that I can implement as I read, which gives me a copy to keep on hand “for my own personal offline use”.
It sounds like Thanksgiving with Ellen and Jen is going to be a tasty affair this year. I’m looking forward to it and using my special skills to gun for a pleasant day. “Remote Influencing is a beautiful thing.”
I did fall asleep for an additional two hours this morning. I traveled while sleeping, to an Italian restaurant on Lake Wallkill Road that probably doesn’t even exist. In the vision it was where Mountainside Deli used to be.
It reminded me of the Dairy Queen on 206 the way it was laid out inside but with tables to sit at. I had opted to stop there for something to eat before heading out to 565, which was part of the route I was taking to get to wherever I was going. I had thought of stopping on the return trip but figured that since it was 1:00 PM during an overcast dreary afternoon already…
The vision ended there, with me waking around 9:00 AM with the sense that a shift of sorts had taken place. The air was charged with the feel of a powerful energy I know all too well. What’s about to happen, I have no idea. But I do know that it will serve to benefit me in some way, whatever’s coming. “I’ll know what it is when I experience it.”
Sure, rain is coming. That was part of the message from the vision. It will likely be later in the day over the course of the next 96 hours. Sex is a possibility on the horizon too, 565 breaking down to a 7, but I’ve been seeing indicators of that for a while now and nothing beyond my right hand has happened yet.
Maybe the number 7 indicates something else now? I doubt it. But it’s a possibility I can’t rule out.
I simply woke up knowing something had changed. I felt at peace about it, too.
It was good talking with my nephew this morning. He’s not happy with his job. Part of it has to do with the implementation of AI, but I’m finding out there’s other issues with the current company he’s been with for about six years which are bothering him. But he’s a smart kid. He’ll figure it out on his own eventually. “Nothing I can offer is going to resolve his issues.”
We talked a bit about what we think should be verses what actually is and how that frame of mind can lead to a lot of wasted energy along with frustration. My suggestion to him, as someone who deals with a lot of things I legally shouldn’t have to and otherwise, was to simply forget what should be and become efficient at dealing with what is.
I have found as a blind person I end up doing a lot of that kind of thing in my life. It’s how I stay out of jail.
I should probably do some laundry by hand today and work on doing a full load tomorrow morning. Tonight, I will read another chapter of The Witching Hour, too, Chapter 7 being around two hours and fifteen minutes long. It’s where Michael Curry and Rowan Mayfair hook up and begin their journey as a couple.
Beyond starting the reading of that chapter around 5:30 PM or so? I figure I’ll just do a bit of routine maintenance around here, take out the trash, put the dishes away that I washed and left in the drying rack yesterday, etcetera.
I really am curious to see what this shift in my environment is going to be in the coming days, too. Something has changed around here. I feel at peace with it, whatever it is. “This is going to be good.”
The odd thing is, when I woke and was feeling the indication of change in the air, the most peculiar thought came into my mind. “My personal commitment to rereading and recording the Mayfair series was the trigger for what is to change.”
It doesn’t make sense in rational terms. But if you look at it from a Fredrick Dodson Reality Creation point of view “it just might”.