“Where have I been? What have I been up to? What’s going on with me?”
Well, needless to say, that last little job prospect sent me spinning. Reading in the Ballard News Tribune that Carl’s cousin is going to build his web site really didn’t help boost my spirits, either. And then there’s the whole,.
Look, let’s just call it like it is, and say that I’ve been under attack. Mine enemy has been threatening and taunting me with a volley of extremely personal attacks on my good senses. It’s difficult to discern the metaphysical purpose of these kinds of trials, as our most noble efforts appear to end in unmerited and consistent failure.
Blah, blah, blah. As always, the mortal outlook has been bleak. Just plain sick and tired of the whole thing, I’ve been reassessing regrouping pulling my head out my ass. Turns out that I am not beyond any of Jesus’ prophecies. Gee. Go figure,
And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger!
(Hey, you can take it or leave it, I didn’t write this stuff.)
Anyhoo, using the good sense God’s given me, I’ve resigned myself to the thorough study of the Science and Health. Since Monday, I’ve rarely emerged from the bedroom. I intend to “stick to the wreck, until an irresistible propulsion precipitates (my) doom or sunshine gladdens the troubled sea.”
Lessee, what else?
Oh, yeah,Chuck’s made a timely reemergence in my reality tunnel. He called me up two weeks ago about designing a sign for his trailer. From what I gather, the slow economy has little to no effect on the tree-topping business.
He blew me off a few times, which presented clear parallels to issues I’ve been addressing in my work. (It’s that broken record thing.) Once I was able to see it in this light I found myself free from resentment towards him. Truth be known, he’s a single parent, and entrepreneur and a young man, and it’s my privilege to be able to help him. I’m happy for him.
Mary’s been batch-scanning family photos for the last week. I’m guessing that she’s up to nearly 700 individual photos. She’s about halfway through the process of archiving these for her family.
Kelsey, Mary’s daughter, is going to be starting school on September 3rd. She seems almost excited about the change. I’m very happy for her. In the amount of time that we’ve been living together I’ve become far too concerned with her lack of activity and antisocial tendencies. I think she may thrive in this new opportunity. (Oh, have I mentioned that she’s going to go live with her dad starting at the end of the month? No?)
Mary and I tried to have a yard sale last weekend, but the weather turned sour for the first time in five of six weeks,despite all of the favorable reports we’d had throughout the week. That’s right, we’ve been having record heat right up until the very day of our yard sale. Under our umbrella, Mary, Willy and I walked all around Ballard taking down the yard sale signs we’d put up the night before. We’ve been tripping over boxes in the living and dining room ever since. (Current reports are fluctuating between “mostly cloudy” and “showers” for this coming Saturday…which means that they don’t have a clue what they’re talking about. I think it’s a plot.)
Now, I know much of this must sound rather tragic, but please don’t think of me as complaining about any of this. It’s not too hard to see the humor in all of this. In fact, look metaphysically, and all of these seemingly unrelated issues make perfect sense. Which reminds me…
Lastly, I got a call today from The Smart Department about the resume I emailed them last week. (First impression: Despite their web site’s promise of a swift response, it took a while for them to get back to me.) They’re a newer creative agency here in Seattle, and I really like what I’ve seen on their web site. We scheduled a portfolio showing for next Monday.
That’s nice, but I’m more occupied with my study.
