More random thoughts.

I’m very scary.  Almost every small child is terrified of me.  Any time I run into a small child, the parent tries to get them to say hi to me and child hides.  Fai is the only one that seems to have a different opinion.

Three times this month I went to bed with all my clothes on.  Each time I woke up in the middle of the night wondering why I was more uncomfortable than normal.  Oh yea, because I still have a bra on.  One time I woke up because my belt buckle was cutting into my stomach.  How did I fall asleep with a belt on?  I don’t take ambien.

I have a pair of leather flip flops that I brought to Thailand, but only wore once.  I bought them in Mexico a long time ago and they are hand made with beautiful tooling on them.  I decided I should get them out and wear them.  I pulled them out of a plastic bag only to discover they were covered in fur – mold?  Strange, but fixable.  I washed them off and set them up to dry.  Two days later, covered in fur.  Ok, I have bleach that should do it so I washed them off with bleach. Fur. Wash. Fur. Wash. Fur.  It’s been over a month now and I can’t wear them.  What is going on?  Where is the mold coming from?  How do I get rid of it?  Why?

Today I asked Robin to drive me around town so I could take video of where I live.  I thought it might be neat to actually see it in video instead of photos.  I watched one of the videos and it was so shaky.  I didn’t look at the others, but I bet they are the same.  I expected it to be a little shaky, but this was more than I expected.  So, now the question is – do I just delete them and give up on the idea – do I try to re do them – or do I put them on youtube and just make people endure the shaky?  I wonder if they will induce seizures.

I took my camera out and it said the battery was dead so I put another battery in.  It took some video and then said the battery was dead even though the battery showed full one minute before that.  I kept switching batteries back and forth and they kept saying full, no battery then full, then no battery.  I got a few batteries and then the card was full.  So, I switched cards.  I noticed both cards had the same amount of memory and I was sure I had one that was a lot bigger than the other.  The new card was already full.  It was full of pictures I never took.  The pictures were from Burning Man 5 years ago.  I knew who’s pictures they were by looking at them, but they weren’t mine.  How did our cards get swapped.  Does she have my pictures from Burning Man 5 years ago?

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