For nearly two weeks yon passing I have been unable to access my computer access web networking blogspot, and for this, Dear Reader, I apologize. The problem was that in the night a spyman must have come into my house without permission and replaced the power button on my computer with the H key and then broke it, for I have spent many hours of many days pressing holding down the H button, and the computer would not go on. Only today when I complained of lack of sleep from holding down the H button did my godson Paul point out that the power button is not in the center of the keyboard, but altogheter elsewhere. So now I’m confused as to the spyman's intentions, but I will get used to that. The good news is that the computer is on.This has been a traumatifying time for me, because the letter H has long been one letter that I do not trust with any rigor therein or whereby. And to spend long hours pressing it and staring at it has furthered my frustration and ill feelings against it. Some say it’s just a letter, but I see it for all of which what that it is whence and hitherto therefore. Like two vertical golems of darkness bound together at the waist stands the letter H, pouting in a corner, ready to pounce on me. Think of all the bad H words. “Hatred”, “Hell”, and “Hahahaha!” (as in a maniacal laugh) all come immediately to mind. But it is a subversive letter as well, hiding in words like “Happy” and "Heaven" and “Hello Honey, how are you? I hold your hair in a horse harness,” which are perfectly innocent until you notice the golems with their bad attitudes. I just try not to make eye contact, hoping they will get bored and leave me alone. But holding the key down for hours has made me cross to the darkside for longer than I had hoped, and I now find that I’m using the letter H more than ever before, which could become a problem. Stop it, please. Thank you.
So in addition to that, new things are happening. The weather is getting colder which is leading to aches, pains, confusion and I no longer sleep in my tub. Therefore I have lots more time to make my business phone calls. I have caught up on my necessary phonecalling through March, so I decided to make a call for next May.
My godson Paul’s goddaughter Brandy (I think of her as a granddaughter) is in the Girl Scouting of America Organization Agency, and their troop will have a beauty competition when the weather gets nice again so that they can stop fighting over who is the prettiest. This is an instrumental step in the lives of these young girls, because the winner will get into the college of her dreams and be a doctor or a homemaker or something. I care very much about Brandy and want her to do well, so I agreed to help with the organizing of said pageant. A phone call to a professionally judgmental person can be listened to in the player below.
