Instant Carma's going to get you
Yesterday, during our TA time -- which followed some really good writing time for me -- on the way to Pizza Hut, Car-girl announced that she couldn't be Trish's driving instructor; that she had a "near-fatal car accident" & thought Trish's driving is "dangerous" & doesn't want back in the car with her. She says I "don't understand; can't understand" because I've never had a near-fatal car accident. True, but I did nearly lose my life to a pill OD, which I took on an impulse, so she's not the only person who came close to death. I really feel she isn't giving Trish a fair chance. Also, Trish will be heartbroken, crushed, & possibly angry when she finds out. When I tried to explain to Car-girl that one of Trish's co-workers labelled her driving "overly cautious" she asked if I'd seen how she'd turned wide & "nearly hit that white car", which is, I was in the backseat with my usual near-blindness, but if it frightened Car-girl , she should've said something when it happened, not waiting 1/2 a week to tell Trish's husband that something had gone wrong. The point is that she didn't hit the car, & maybe all this means is that Trish should work on her turning more.
I'm mad at Car-girl. I think she's letting her fears master her, the same way Trish's fear masters her. I've driven with worse drivers. I've driven with 3-wheeler Keeler & a lotof people who were thoroughly descoobied on Narcohol, & I survived. I don't think Car-girl has any business complaining to me about Trish's driving, but I do hope Trish will find someone who can help her improve her driving, so she won't be afraid of going up to the hospital & the K-Mart anymore.
The news cast a lurid pallor over the rest of the day, even including my time with Jeffer Auss, who came over & fixed the final rear speaker for us. The L-pad has levelled out the frequency response in the rear, so that the piezo tweeters no longer sound shrill. Also, with the 6-db pad removed, I think that the efficiency of the things has improved.
Besides that, I had a good day writing. I killed Nekbael, & made it seem like a hallucination. Now I have to go rescue her from Hell. After that, the vorkling Finny changes into Claude & moves to Enterzone. Now I have to rework the novel from the beginning, as I like the direction I'm currently taking -- make the character more aware that he's hallucinating. It's not my hallucinations (except for some interesting parallels), but it's more realistically like how it feels to hallucinate.
The other arts -- music & painting -- have been put very low on my list of priorities. I have a piece of scar tissue on the macula of my left eye, left over from an old retina surgery, & run the risk of total blindness if it's removed. I'm blind in the other eye, & am running 20/200 in the eye that I do see out of, so I'm writing while I still can, & want to finish my work in order of greatest importance, before the night closes in. This means I often won't play the keyboard or paint on the front porch. Fairly soon, we're going to have to move the paints back downstairs, when winter hits; it does paint no good to be frozen.
Perhaps my vision is why "Phoenix Without Ashes" (a tribute to the real Hog) seems muddy to me. I've come up with this scheme to overpaint it with tempera & then use spray varnish, like I had been. Problem is, it's framed, & I don't want to ruin the frame.
At least I can jam with Fred once a week or so. I may simply set aside the time between Trish's departure & phone call in the morning to play the keyboard. Even though I have some faith in my wife that transcends bad Carma, I still worry.
I hope Trish finds someone else to drive with her. Car-girl is just over-doing the "near-fatal accident" routine, IMO. All we are saying is, "Give Trish a chance".
I'm mad at Car-girl. I think she's letting her fears master her, the same way Trish's fear masters her. I've driven with worse drivers. I've driven with 3-wheeler Keeler & a lotof people who were thoroughly descoobied on Narcohol, & I survived. I don't think Car-girl has any business complaining to me about Trish's driving, but I do hope Trish will find someone who can help her improve her driving, so she won't be afraid of going up to the hospital & the K-Mart anymore.
The news cast a lurid pallor over the rest of the day, even including my time with Jeffer Auss, who came over & fixed the final rear speaker for us. The L-pad has levelled out the frequency response in the rear, so that the piezo tweeters no longer sound shrill. Also, with the 6-db pad removed, I think that the efficiency of the things has improved.
Besides that, I had a good day writing. I killed Nekbael, & made it seem like a hallucination. Now I have to go rescue her from Hell. After that, the vorkling Finny changes into Claude & moves to Enterzone. Now I have to rework the novel from the beginning, as I like the direction I'm currently taking -- make the character more aware that he's hallucinating. It's not my hallucinations (except for some interesting parallels), but it's more realistically like how it feels to hallucinate.
The other arts -- music & painting -- have been put very low on my list of priorities. I have a piece of scar tissue on the macula of my left eye, left over from an old retina surgery, & run the risk of total blindness if it's removed. I'm blind in the other eye, & am running 20/200 in the eye that I do see out of, so I'm writing while I still can, & want to finish my work in order of greatest importance, before the night closes in. This means I often won't play the keyboard or paint on the front porch. Fairly soon, we're going to have to move the paints back downstairs, when winter hits; it does paint no good to be frozen.
Perhaps my vision is why "Phoenix Without Ashes" (a tribute to the real Hog) seems muddy to me. I've come up with this scheme to overpaint it with tempera & then use spray varnish, like I had been. Problem is, it's framed, & I don't want to ruin the frame.
At least I can jam with Fred once a week or so. I may simply set aside the time between Trish's departure & phone call in the morning to play the keyboard. Even though I have some faith in my wife that transcends bad Carma, I still worry.
I hope Trish finds someone else to drive with her. Car-girl is just over-doing the "near-fatal accident" routine, IMO. All we are saying is, "Give Trish a chance".
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