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“Do androids dream of electric sheep?”

What would we know of the secrets they keep?

An altered carbon,  a perfected sleeve. 

Would there be random fragments of code, 

those ghosts in the machine?

If you weren’t real, how would you know?

Your programming would not tell you so.

In simulation it would all seem to  turn,

streams of   data, digital burn. 

Iamus?

ICARUS? 

Beauty and flaws. 

Asimov, Morgan, 

Turing, Three Laws. 

 

 

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Zero -Sum ~

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Whole hog,

or none at all.

To feel like the Princess,

or be thrown off the wall?

Only extremes in your world.

Am I your archenemy ,

or your favorite girl?

Backward,

forward,

nowhere in time.

You  have   to  set the rules,

Can’t  have the rhyme.

One-sided,

lop-sided,

upside down.

You got the boat,

and left me to drown.

Ruby J. Woods ~ 2017

 

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The Substance of Things Hoped For~

 

 

 

082259cecc6245411ec469c2cff7c222I was very , very ill yesterday. And literally slept from 7p.m. the night before, until 5 :30 p.m. last night. I don’t know whether it was a lupus flare, if I’m come down with any number of the bugs that have come through our area in the last couple of weeks, or if it’s just my body trying to recuperate over other things . What is that saying , “The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. I had such huge plans yesterday, to conquer the laundry, the loads of school books that need to be organized, and the kitchen which definitely needs to be organized. But had no spoons to deal with. So I crashed. And I realized that todays word needs to be “Faith” . Now I know a lot people will see that and think , “Oh that’s religious, and you’re going to go off on some religious spiel. I make no bones about the fact that I am great believer in God, and in his teachings. But I know many other people of many other religions who follow other tenants. The point is, when you have chronic illness, you have to faith of a certain kind. Faith that we will make it one more day. Faith to conquer our fears, that we will be alright one more day. Faith in the science of medicine. And yes even faith in God. I honestly believe my faith has carried me this far. and I could not have gone alone. We need to have faith that one day things will be better. If we don’t the world turns out to be very lonely place that leaves us wondering , why are we bothering to try anymore. I refuse to allow that to happen to me. I honestly believe there are bigger and better things out there, and if we follow the voice of faith and love. We will find those better things. We WILL MAKE IT!! and the end results will be worth it. Never give up, never lose hope, and keep your faith with you at all times. It will carry you through. Oh and by the way, I love you ! With all my ❤ and 🙂 and as always ((HUGS)) ~ Ruby J.

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Do What you Can, With What you Have

AAAAAAARRRRRGH! I missed a day!! UGH. I was on a roll , too. HEH. Well, what can you do. Sometimes your body just demands that you “lay low”, as my Daddy says. Anywho. I guess that makes today the letter, “E” right? I feel like we need a Muppet saying, “This was brought to you by…………”  🙂

 

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So today’s thought is , “Exercise”. Now before you get in a bunch, and say, “I’m disabled! I can’t exercise!” Well obviously I don’t mean that you will do the same things that “normal” people will do. My body is totally not in the shape it used to be. Before I got ill, I was in great shape. I worked two jobs, and was physically in the best shape of my life. Now I am lucky if I can walk down the hall , without being winded. But I DO walk down the hall. When I had the stroke, I was wheelchair dependent. That was very difficult for me. And I swore that if I ever regained use of my legs, I would do all I could to keep it that way. So of course I’m not out running marathons! But I DO stretches, yoga , and when the weather is good, I walk. Maybe I can only walk a hundred feet. Or to the end of the driveway. Some days my body is so exhausted that all I can do is lifts and stretches while I’m laying down. But I make my body do something. And be proud of what you CAN do! Don’t compare yourself to someone else. Don’t feel bad, that you are “only” stretching , or “only” walking a hundred feet. Any effort is better than nothing. We are strong, capable people, who are absolutely doing the best we can , with what we have. And that’s all ANYONE can expect. I am so proud when I see my fellow lupies posting pictures of their everyday triumphs. You guys rock, and my world is a better place for knowing you! We make every little thing count, and I think other people could definitely learn from us. Oh and if I haven’t said it today  , thinking of you with ❤ and 🙂 and always ((HUGS))

One step at a time! ~ Ruby J.

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Thirty Eight and Counting

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Thirty-eight. That’s the age I’ve turned this year, and 13 years longer than the doctors gave me to make it without a heart transplant. They told me , “MS. Woods , if you don’t get one , by 30 you’ll surely be dead. And that’s WITH pumping your body full of ungodly amounts of medications that I can’t even pronounce, and that you might be glad that I don’t list the side effects of here. Needless to say, sometimes you might just wish to keel over from the heart related condition, rather than the medications.

Thirty -eight. Ever since I was little I’ve had a somewhat interesting relationship with numbers. Some might even say a compulsion. How many steps is it to the mailbox? 34. How many tiles are in a certain bathroom? 12 over and 10 across. It’s kind of a calming thing to me, I suppose. Numbers were just another thing that were brought into play with the births of my sons. They were born exactly 2 years, 2 days , 2 hours and 2 minutes  apart. And they ‘ve been inseparable ever since.

Thirty -eight though, even though I’m not really superstitious . I just thought it’d be fun to know some things about the number that is supposedly  affecting my life this  year.

  • 38 is an even number.
  • 38 is the sum of each row in a magic hexagon.
  • In Norse mythology, the number 38 was said to represent unnatural bravery.
  • There are 38 surviving plays written by William Shakespeare, how sad is that , really, this great genius of a man , and all we have left of his plays is thirty -eight.

Thirty -eight. That’s probably closer to the amount of medicine bottles I have, or even the amount of doctor’s visits I make. But you can’t look at it like that.

Thirty -eight. The amount of smiles I’ve  received from World War II vets who spent the hour in the waiting room telling me their stories. Or maybe I even got thirty -eight hugs from people I didn’t even know.

Okay, Okay, Sometimes I have to be honest. Some days, I get thirty -eight vials of blood drawn, and do good to make it to the parking lot again. Some days I have to line up one of those hospital visits that might end up lasting thirty eight days.

But truth be told, it really is like I said. It’s only numbers, and I don’t put my faith in them. As much fun as it is, to say, “What a neat coincidence that is! ” or “How fun it is to notice the comparisons between things!” , I KNOW the ONE who came before there was even such a thing AS time. And who will be here long AFTER time will be something no one will ever remember.

And really, what is 38 in comparison to that?

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Oh, Man. The Things You Read.~

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FaceBook is an interesting place. You can keep up with the news , and learn more about people than you ever wanted to know. There’s a game going on FaceBook right now where someone gives you a random number, and you give them that many facts about yourself that they might not now. I read a lot of them and got to thinking to myself , “I don’t know if I know 8 or 10 facts about myself that NOBODY knows. So I decided to see if I could come up with some. It took me a while , but I finally did, so here goes.

1. I learned to read when I was 3 years old.
2. I don’t like artificially colored green foods, something about that is just weird.
3. Before I had children , I read 20 books a week.
4. I still remember my boyfriend’s /friend’s birthdays from 20 years ago ( even though it makes me look like a stalker)
5. I’ve had the same two best friends my entire life.
6. I’m totally obsessed with Vincent D’Onofrio’s character Robert Goren from Law and Order CI.
7. I don’t have any tattoos, but want to get a lupus one.
8. I have an insanely sensitive sense of smell. I can smell a bad odor from a mile away , even when no one else can.
9. I always give money to panhandlers.
10. When I was little, I thought I would grow up to be one of three things, an astronaut, a paleontologist, or a missionary in a foreign country.

So there you go ten fun/weird/random facts about my life.