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I wish I had a camera (as in a prepared camera, since I think we do). The daffodils out front are just starting to poke out of the ground in our flower beds. And there's just enough snowy spots near them to be nicely scenic.

The demo website is coming together pretty well. I've been jamming on page-building, and with every piece that comes together I get a better sense of it. Now if I just hadn't missed this morning's status meeting by 20 minutes... ick.

And my Sharp boombox is dying! My beloved font of music that's been my faithful companion since I entered high school. For those of you who have been following along, that would be 1990. It's getting finicky with CD playing, pretty much any little shock knocks it off track now, and it has trouble with track 1 of any disc. *sigh* This thing has been my computer speakers, my musical shelf, my refuge from the world on a bad day, and the last thing I've listened to at night. It brought me cool songs I rediscovered years later (like Dead Can Dance) and songs I immediately recognized. There's a lot of era-ending going on around here. Like the new car, the couch, my sister getting her own apartment, etc. If I'm not careful, I'll be obsolete too. As long as I can listen to CDs that don't skip. Without music, I'd have died a long time ago.

One of the things I've been starting to do is go through the large assortment of things that we have and trying to begin the "sifting" process of what must stay and what can go. I've begun to be able to let go of some of the "things of marginal utility" I've been holding onto. Granted, some of these things do still come in handy. But the older ones may never again see the light of day. So, I'm starting there. And thinning out my shirt collection besides. We'll see how it goes, but I'd rather do it at my pace than be forced to. I'm way too attached to objects. They all hold memories for me ... and that's priceless to me, because there's so much I forget. I don't care if I'll never use that computer cable, I can hold it in my hands and remember where I got it, who gave it to me, what it plugs into, why I have it in the first place, and what unusual story goes with it. Call it personal psychometry.

Anyway, back to webpage editing.

- Pookah

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