I’m plugging away on the DREFFLE BOOK OF CHRISTIAN APOLOGETICS, which is weird, weepy and reverential poetry that one of my ancestral kin put together. It’s all handwritten; I either have to find it on line and copy paste, or type from scratch if the all knowing interwebs don’t find it. The end result is all of the poems in one big word file for mOm. She says that the file has weird lumps in it (I’ve sent progress reports) but I think that’s because I’ve got the Mac and cheese version of Word.
Later today more housework. Yesterday was the kitchen. Today various other hell holes.
Buzz is sad and needs a new battery. I went on line to find out how. His manufacturer sucks a big fat ropey mop; the website contains no useful information.
I’m trying to improve my mood, to little effect. The weather is gross.
Time for some coffee.
So sorry about the dreffle stuff. It looks and indeed READS a lot MORE dreffle when typed out. But it DOES reflect a time and place and circumstance in your ancestry that is interesting in the same way the process of a snake losing its skin is interesting – of scientific, evolutionary interest but kind of yucky in itself. The evolution of thought from THEN to NOW; the evolution of the family ditto. The words themselves, – mostly horrendously syrupy – need a shot of bitters to make them even remotely palatable – but in their time and place they were – well, appropriate.
I’m trying to get it finished but it’s rough sledding. Also, I found out that some of the pages are not in order, so that affects things somewhat, and renders some of the textual problems I have had heretofore somewhat more comprehensible.