The Disappearing Treasury Checks And The Script

40 days and 40 nights after the passing of  my 62nd birthday, the egg from social security was laid in my mailbox. They had made it sound like I really must open a bank account so the thing could be electronically delivered, as per law, even. But there it was; a paper check,

It was almost an incidental occurrence, and I soon forgot about the thing, and was back to work on whatever, probably my Python script* and staying up most of the night.

The Python script is going to learn me a few Python skills (does one even aspire towards landing a coding job that starts at $90K a year these days?) in the process of developing a tool for formatting this blog.

Each paragraph will have its first three words enlarged. If I get really ambitious the first letter will be a fancy gilded old school style letter that looks like it should be engraved in marble...

 ow awesome will that be?

The dictionary

*The script will also produce a dictionary, the Dictionary of Daniel, if you will, which will be a book of every word that I have ever written (as far as a sample of 38 gigabytes of blog posts going back to 2006 can yield). This will also give me a rough idea how many words are in my "vocabulary." Then, the program can compare that against the Harvard Dictionary and make a list of words in it that I have never written here, and suggest a random one as the "word of the day" -a word I have never used that I could then try to sneak into my writing so as to augment my vocabulary with one more word... But I let the check sit there for a day and then, on the morning of Thursday, I set out to the Bank's Meat Market, where I was told to come back at 9 o'clock, when the check cashing guy would be there. I went home and promptly "lost" the check. 

Waiting For Banks To Open

What I could piece together, later, was that I came home and removed the black jacket that I had been wearing in the living room, leaving it on a chair. It would have felt hot in the apartment after walking almost a mile. I then wound up taking off the shirt that had the check in its front pocket in the next room, where I laid it on top of an olive green jacket that I often wear in combination with this particular shirt. It's one of the few outifits that allow me to wear my brown hat. I had worn that combination the day before going to Banks Meat Market, I later recalled. After hanging out a few hours waiting for Banks to open, I checked the front pocket of the shirt, finding that the check wasn't in it. I then went through the jacket, thinking I might have switched it from the shirt to the jacket after taking it out at Banks Meat Market. It just wasn't there. I thought about the ridiculousness of a check falling out of the front pocket of a woolen shirt just from walking less than a mile... I concluded: "I'll be darned, the thing just disappeared..."

I thought of disappearing checks being issued by the treasury that would work something like disappearing ink, they would be there when you took them out of the envelope, but once they hit oxygen they would gradually disintegrate. Then, they could make people jump through hoops to get another one issued; ultimately saving to government money... I was ready to call the number listed for the treasury and hold for however long necessary... 

Then I just cast the problem to my subconcsious..... and let it sort things out. 

I think the train of thought started with hats. I remembered wearing the black hat with the silver ornaments on it, because someone had complemented me on it. It might have been a facetious compliment, I recalled. Then that made me think that I wouldn't have worn the olive green jacket with that hat. I then went and found the check in the inside front pocket of m black jacket.

Health Is My Wish

I certainly want to get a brand new "Special 20" harmonica; probably in the key of C major.

But, in the first place, I think a trip to GNC for some of the super food powder and the nitrous oxide boosting stuff that was a staple for me, back in 1998, would be in order.

First you have to be of sound mind and body to even want to move forward in the first place.