2018: Day 79 the one where train tracks were built
Word count 169,071 + 432 or 169,503 of 1,000,000

Dear Reader,

Today was one of those days. I just could not catch up to things. Normally I operate at or near real time. That is my modus operandi. Today things just seemed to be a little bit behind. Today started with such promise. That thumbnail attached to the blog post of the sunrise. It was a fantastic sunrise. You can see for yourself that it was beautiful. That alone was not enough to guarantee a splendid fantastic awesome epic day. Right now I’m listening to my Warren Zevon Pandora internet streaming radio station. My Bose Qc35 headphones sound pretty good. I’m wondering what the upgraded audio in the premium version of Pandora sounds like. I have not broken down and upgraded yet. That purchase of an upgrade I assume is looming.

This year has been a year of writing. In some ways that type of writing is like tapping into an on demand memory jukebox that produces one short story at a time. That type of writing takes a toll. Your resuivor of experiences to write about depletes faster than you can fill it. For example, one of my strongest memories is of waking up at summer camp in Missouri. The temperature was perfect. I can see things from a distance. The tent faced the vendor machines down the road. When things got quite you could hear them humming in the distance. The memory is so clear I could sketch it in almost perfect detail. Experiences like that from a lifetime of living do not stack up on a daily basis. They were formed along the way. That resuivor can be deep and exceptional, but it does not replenish itself without time and a journey.

Beyond those moments from the past that define how we view the world today are a series of moments that are happening now. They are not in the distance they are here and now. Earlier today I spent part of my evening watching some train track designs being built. Right now we have a board on the kitchen table. It has been wrapped in sandy green paper that imitates grass in some way that escapes me. That means the board is ready for train tracks. Picking the best possible design for that track is where imagination meets reality. A world of possibilities is going to narrow to the reality of what gets constructed.

Dr. Nels Lindahl
Broomfield, Colorado
Written on my Storm Stryker PC and or my ASUS C101P using Google Docs