07.31.06
11:15 a.m
Been a Busy Boy!
It seems to have been a very, very long month. This july started out with the critical illness and resulting death of Master's grandfather. During that time I had a major event at work. Then, it just built and built. I've been needing to take the computer in for repairs, and put it off for a little too long.
Finally I found my geek squad paperwork, and got the puter into the puter doctors to see what was wrong with the hard disk. I took it in on Thurs, right before the three day major event of the year at the Club. I didn't retrieve the puter until yesterday. It was ready on Sat.
Of course, we were still working without a Chef going into this weekend. They hired someone, and he came in on Thurs to start work. He couldn't be there Sat night for the finale, which meant I ran the Banquet. Not a bad thing, but I did mess up something very, very critical. We fixed it, and I learned an extremely invaluable lesson!!!
We picked up puter on Sunday afternoon, as well as running some errands. It entailed shopping on a Sunday afternoon which equals insanity in Topeka! We went to the new Michael's, Wal-mart, and Petsmart. We made it home intact, and I proceeded to spend the afternoon/evening reorganizing the computer.
It took a day and a half to save everything before taking puter into the shop. And it's taking about that long to reload programs, put the documents back in and all that techy, geeky stuff I have to do to make it hum and sing. This, of course is disturbing Master slightly, because it makes me unavailable for Her direct use. However, part of my service to Her is maintaining the puter.
So what was wrong with Puter??? Had a bad hard drive. I now have a Western Digital installed. I've wanted one of these
drives for a long time, and I finally got it! And puter is very, very happy with it. So am I.
Now, I continue reloading and updating stuff...!
And the long, long month of July is over after tonight, and we'll be getting back to Arizona as soon as possible!
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07.19.06
12:00 a.m.
Bunch o' junk
It was a very long and involved weekend. Our friend came out from Phoenix, and I still had to work...a lot. This gave Master and her time to spend together. That was a positive endeavor.
We took a trip out to Lawerence on Monday. We window shopped and had a very good lunch at Wheatfields. By Monday eve, I just collapsed. I didn't get my regular "down time" on Sunday afternoon. So I took the opportunity to do it then.
Today has been spent catching up on recorded shows. We went to watch "The 4400", and the wrong channel had been taped. So we watched Henry Rollins. 6 episodes in one sitting. Not quite overload, but close. If you haven't seen this show, I highly recommend it. Some of the music is a little iffy, but he interviews some really cool people, and his interludes are thought provoking, and Pure Henry. We had an episode of "Rock Star: SuperNova, so we viewed that as well.
I have had four or five boxes that needed going through. Master wanted to maybe watch a movie, but I explained that getting this out of the way is going to free me up some as far as energy is concerned. We'll be getting closer and closer to our target date to go back to Arizona, and if the goal is not to haul all this stuff with us, then the deed has to be done. I also have Stargates I have to continue transferring onto videotape, in order, with the commercials taken out. She allowed me to go off to complete these tasks.
I plowed through and condensed two boxes so far. I've got lots of poetry, and poetry related stuff to condense. I've got a collage file going, and framed photographs to go through. One of the goals in this process is to get all the scattered similar items together in one file. We have medical/health research and articles, equipment manuals, and bdsm files that were not condensed or ordered in any way. Today accomplished some of that. I've got equipment files merged, and medical/health files combined, with a serious amount of recipes that I need to go through and either keep or dump.
And right now, I'm converting some music files that for some reason recorded as wma files, into mp3 files. We are hoping to get our vinyl onto the computer, and then burned to cd's, so we can listen and appreciate the music. Even though the vinyl player exists, the goal is to be able to listen to the music in the car, or on the stereo in the bedroom. And cd's just take up so much less room, and you can cram more music onto a cd, thus taking up less space by compacting the sound.
Then the next project is to start transferring video tapes onto dvd's. However since technology is changing, and the newer dvd players go faster, the media has changed speed. Our dvd recorder cannot accept a dvd-r/rw that goes faster then 4x. The new dvd's go up to 16x. We are pretty much screwed. We've been scouring for the earlier media, but it's getting to be a struggle to find. At least it doesn't cost as much as it did in the beginning. But it's going to take a lot of dvd's. I'm up to tape 24 on just Stargate SG-1, that will transfer into 24 dvd's, because 6 hours is still 6 hours whether on vhs or dvd.
So we have many tasks ahead of us before we get home. And we still want to be home. I am very homesick for the mountains, the cacti, the sunsets, and the Monsoons. And, of course, our very dear friends.
I believe that if we continue to accomplish clearing all the junk out of our lives that the way and the means to get home will open up, and then we will be there, minus a bunch of junk.
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07.01.06
12:45 a.m.
It has been many weeks of releasing things...stuff. Master started with the hair, I went through stuff, and burned a bit when we were camping. Master went through boxes of Her writing and decided what needed to be burned.
Then Her Grandfather passed away on Thurs. morning, and that is another release for Her.
Today we retrieved the rest of our stuff from storage . I had an enclosed crate that I've been lugging around for many, many years. It contained my very old poetry and journals; the two novels I worked on when I was very young; other people's writings, and some video/film stuff I had been saving. I am actually very proud of the fact that I still had this box. It never got lost, stolen, forgotten or misplaced. It was a Very Important box.
I sat down and went through it this afternoon before work, and following Master's example, picked the things I would keep, and set aside the papers I wanted to burn. There is this concept that if you are a writer/artist, you don't throw anything away, or burn it. What if someone wants to know where you came from, what were the roots of your writing, your art? I have saved every scrap and piece of napkin that I ever wrote verse on. This box contained my folder of "No" poems. Poems I had decided long ago were never meant to see the light of day. And I don't want to be known for writing drivel. Sure it is the birthplace of my art. Proof that I wrote on a daily basis for years and years, from the time I was fifteen. But I don't have to keep every single she/he broke my heart poem. Or, "gosh, I am so in love with them" poem. And no, not all of it was drivel, but it was pretty adolescent writing.
Master had wanted to burn Her box last night, but it just didn't work out that way. So tonight, after I got off work, we went out to the lake and found one of those stone fireplaces, and burned. Burned the past creative self, to make way for the current creative self. Burned the words, the dialogues, the descriptions and the bad verse. The two novels I worked on over the years. The notes I found to ex-lovers. All of it, gone to ash now, to make way for the new, the exciting, the ever-changing NOW!
And I never thought that I would burn my words. That's just crazy talk. But when Master said that was Her desire, and then I looked into my past creative self, I knew it was right for me as well.
So, together we have released more then I thought possible, to forge ahead into the life that will unfold for us. I really don't know yet which way the Universe is going to steer us.
Now that Her grandfather has passed away, and we are out of the storage shed, and we can weed through more of our stuff, the closer we are to being able to leave Kansas and start another journey.
I came away tonight feeling disoriented, and dizzy. That was a box I had carted around for so many years. It was weight, a burden, and a blessing to be released!
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