06/13/08 07:11 AM | Toil It
Another week is gone almost before it started. It seems like these days just fly by. But today is the equalizing day. Today after waiting since Last Sunday. The Cable guy is supposed to be here between 7:00 and 9:00. This will get the slow time back in the system. This will be like drinking powerade to replenishing the today after a hard active day. We have had computer access and non-digital cable at the other sets but the digital and HD have been out for most of the week. Here is the weird part. One of those really bad stormy days, when there were power outages and such, that day when the power came back on and we reset all the clocks. That day the digital cable was back on for the night. The next morning? Nada. So here we are not going to work on time. Here we sit, waiting for the technician or someone like him.
"Forgive me father, it has been 9 days since my last cyber-confession." My sin is one of time. I have wasted a little, lost a lot and never had enough. I have let people down and left them wandering in a desert of darkness about my shabby meager existence, I offer an act of contrition. I offer an apology. I offer this post as a foundation for light in the growing darkness.
I know it has been 9 days since I posted, I know many of you have been anxious. I know many of you have abandoned me all together, I know some things. I have been busy. I have been tested at the bowling arena and fond wanting. I have been working, and that has been hard. People off, people missing days, lots of people last minute remembering that they have fathers and there is a day to remember on the event horizon.
What has been the hold up? Weather and weather, wether you believe it or not.
Here is where I wanted to add a bunch of pictures of my work on the patio and the decking extensions I added, here is where I was going to a show some pictures of the flowers I bought and planted in pots and beds and such, after the decking was decked and just needed to be decked out in color.
Here is where I head back to the confessional of my mind and not to the cyber-attrition outlet mall. This time it is time again not weather but the continuity of existence and the requirements that that places on a linear being like myself. Maybe pictrures soon...
Chuck Pace ©2008