It is 3pm already. A lot is happening all around. What a day. I needed a break.
I still have several copies of my book left. I am still reviewing. I wonder which poem readers would pick as the best. Would it be the summary of lessons? I like that poem a lot. I think others could relate. I did not include the sayings in that poem. For example, Lindeners would say: Dem ol' people know what dey talking bout. Another: Don't mix with the wrong crowd. This could be an essay of course.
I canceled/cancelled the items (from my Walmart order) for pickup. I told them pickup would not work for me. I really did intend to have a single order for delivery.
It is a good day. I also looked into that particular professor job I applied for months ago. The system provided a high-level update. I wasn't certain whether interview selections were already made. I pretty much asked for additional information.
I received the first delivery from Walmart not so long ago. I was hoping there was going to be one delivery (of my order). But so be it. I like what I got.
(The were some complications associated with my order. There was separate delivery of an item - shown at the time of order - because speedy delivery was available. In addition, 2 substitutions were necessary. I approved a replacement item for one, but somehow it was not included with other items. I believe they want me to pickup that item. And more)
This past week I dealt with a lot. There was chaos, some panic. I needed to hold it together (hold onto the reins during a wild ride). I called for assistance. I managed. Things turned out okay. I actually got some things done later. My life is complicated right now and the issues. I am working on it. Sometimes I don't want to believe I am going through all this.
In other news, an email about my book excited me. I will be a part of a Poetry Reading Challenge! The plan is for people to hear about Watooka Day School, my "independent" piano lessons, and more on my life in Linden directly from me. I am so happy I wrote that book. Would you believe I thought of writing a poem about the road in front of my childhood home one day and went from there?
I am feeling better. I am thinking that I need to do more to obtain a regular job (I need stable employment). Maybe I will contact a particular university on Monday for an update on my application.
Screenshot showing the email:
I remember Noxzema. Sometimes I left it on for a long time. It made my face white so everyone knew I was taking care of my face. I guess that was when I started washing my face. It goes back to my teenage years.
I really did "reset" things when I returned to school to complete a MS in Information Systems. I took a Systems Analysis and Design course that required contributing to (preparation of deliverables for) a project at an organization. It was good experience. I learned a lot during my program at UMBC.
(More information here: https://fahmeenaodetta.blogspot.com/2026/04/it-professional.html and in other posts)
As far as I know, there were some but not a lot of weird coincidences during my early childhood, i.e. before President's College, which is the main period for my book Growing Up In The Town Of Linden (you may know that I am known for having a lot of weird coincidences and I would like a movie made of my life). There were quite a few weird coincidences at President's College. The main one has to do with my birthday. I had a lot of weird coincidences later on.
The weirdcoincidences tag/label provides more information.
Interesting question:
How likely are you to believe weird things?
If weird things on a page turn out to be true, it is reasonable to assume everything there is true?