but it's spelled doughnuts! not donuts!

Happy Birthday, ly!

This morning's walk was pleasant... stopped at the grove and got some OJ for the return trip home. I'll miss Mack's being so nearby... I'd wager that there's some little mom & pop place where I can get juice or a bagel in the morning within walking distance of my next place... there always is.

I should know tonight if the place by my brother's is mine. Odds are really good that I'll get it... I'd say... 80% or greater?

They're taking out the carpet, and tiling it... I think it's just a question of lighting a fire under 'em to get it done in time for me to move in.

I woke craving those little chocolate-covered doughnuts... I haven't had 'em in years, but something set that off....I suspect that I'll have to buy a little roll of them the next time I pass a gas station or a 7-11... or at least a real doughnut somewhere else. Maybe even the gigantic Entenmann's version... but if I do that, I'll need milk too.

( So, of course I had to look this up, circa 1978(?) )

Speaking of weird food, a year ago today, my sweetheart was eating atomic fireballs. Time to send her some more.

I wonder what it'll be like, leaving this neighborhood.... no more mall of the dead, no more strip mall of sin... no more pompano beach cemetery, where the wife from "Good Times" is buried.

The new region will have other footpaths to explore... it's as near to the beach, and is close to the art theatre and archives bookstore. I'm looking forward to breaking new ground and discovering that domain....and that it'll be discovered in the summer, when human traffic is minimal. The natives seem to get along better when there's less rush or stress.... makes sense to me.

I'm pretty excited... at the point now where I want to do the move and be in the new place. I hope Newt likes his new environs...he's pretty adapatable, moved once already, and travels well.

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Kitty-foot-snuggles makes it *very* hard to get up.

So I won't, for the moment.... instead, I'll play a little happy pill.

Hunches, intuition, subconscious perception or sensitivity...

Whatever you call that "instinct of awareness", I feel that there's no reasonable denying that such though processes exist and work for some people in varying degrees.

I've always had pretty good fortune with them, myself... going with a "gut feeling" or acting on some cues that can't really be explained more thoroughly than just saying "it feels right" or "it feels wrong". When torn between matters of the heart and head I've found that the first instinct is usually a good one to run with... but far better is taking that instinct and tempering it with logic and a little thought if the time and brainpower is available.

Having a gut feeling is like a security blanket for me... probably much like that of being very opinionated. There are some things that I have no intuition for, and those things create in me a small sense of confusion... not really discomfort, but it does set off a desire to research facts about whatever it is that is eluding my gizzard. I think that's part of why I like a lot of esoteric trivia... looking into something that I don't have the first inkling about.

The other night, when Danny and I went out and about, we were driving through the rich area of Deerfield by the beach, looking for a place to eat. With Rose Red on my mind these last few days, I queried him about his feelings about an afterlife... anything ranging from the existence of souls, haunted houses, or reincarnation... something that he and I have never really discussed much. His response was a little disconcerting to me... along the lines of "I don't know, and I prefer not to think about it". I didn't quite know what to make of that reply. It was honest, anyway. I suspect that he doesn't like to think about it because he might think that it may reflect on his faith, somehow. That said though, had us change discussion topics to something else.

I don't get how that mindset works, though. How do you opt not to think about something? Is it like changing the topic of conversation? If I don't know something, I like to ponder it at least a little bit, do a little research and form an opinion or hypothesis if possible. I can't say as there's any topic that I'm not wanting to learn more about, in some way.

listening to old episodes of the shadow radio program... blue coal had a special "trial offer" of just one ton of coal for your furnace.

How long did a ton of coal last back then, in an average-sized coal-burning home? a week? a month? I really haven't got a clue, being an adult Floridian in the 21st century.

handy hints from Scotto as a boy -

How to make a really nifty smoke bomb - (make sure you're in an open area, and get proper zoning permission if needed)

Combine four parts sugar to six parts saltpeter (potassium nitrate). Heat this mixture over a very low flame until it starts to blend into a plastic substance. When it begins to gel, remove it from the heat and allow it to cool. I suggest that you stick a few wooden match heads into the mass while it's still pliable. You also add a fuse at this point. The smoke device is non-explosive and nonflammable. A pound of this mixture will produce enough thick smoke to cover a city block. Assorted coloring agents can be added for red, gold, green or darker black smoke....probably others that I don't know of.

Watch which way the wind blows.