Sunday with words

It’s good to find Sunday. Last night the kitchen faucet broke yet again. This has to be the third faucet gone through. The last one went weeks. So between seeing this huge fish my wife got from a friend and shipped to us and the breakage decided it was coffee time.

I also decided to make obsidian do some things. Got frustrated with it and it’s electron style on the Mac. Deleted it and it’s .obsidian directory. What I decided is my words need something easier. Obsidian always seems nice until I use it. Then I get tired of it’s slowness on mobile. Some times causing issues with my MacBook air m1 freezing. That’s no way to do words. What’s needed is less between me and the writing. I’ve loved IA writer for the longest but since I have no iphone and IA pulled the app from the Google play store I have found alternatives. So why did they? Because google told IA stupid and draconian things about using Google drive. So no more IA writer on Android. Then we have obsidian. On mobile it’s a sad replacement. Finally we have zettel notes which works nicely. It respects local files and also will do nicely at markdown.

So I turn my Sunday with words to something simpler. After all I just want to write. I don’t want themes and plugins and juicing up my vault. None of those yield writing. They just make the sows ear look a little silky.

The final piece is syncing. I have to get my markdown files from Android to the Mac. Preferably with no cloud storage provider. Enter syncthing. It just does the one thing for me yet does it most of the time so well. Consider it’s free also.

now it’s writing

And coffee and watching Motos speed by in front of the coffee shop. Feeling no desire to accomplish anything. That’s no different than usual. I never find a thing to achieve. I’m working on a thing to publish here soon. I don’t know when. It does the magical bidirectional linking thing that blot just supports. It tells another story in a different way.

And it’s Sunday too. So I spend time with a journal. My journal tells the same story in different words. It’s all markdown. I could never just use an app. It’s another jail for words that for me are meant to live together. If you go off and use Day One, gotcha. It’s your story. But stories start with words. Right? I just choose less friction between me and them. It’s easy to justify the expense. Just say,

There’s an app for that

Yeah. There is. The primary thing is not the app though. It’s doing the thing. So do your thing.

finally and then some

My wife loves doing for me. She will just do whatever she thinks I will love. Especially food. Khmer women I think are all good cooks. My wife though cooked in a french restaurant a spell. She learned this art and craft. And speaks respectable french. This from a person that cannot read or write. Credit the Khmer rouge for that. So many things taken away. Others missing. Hers is just one little story.

It is fitting to end these words with how life now goes. The faucets and food and Sundays writing. My wife forever doing for me. I’m not the best responder sometimes so yesterday I bought her roses. Just to tell her Iove her. I need her.

This Sunday with words winds down.