weekend

[bob]

Today: started a new job, birthday party for Trey, Beth's youngest son

Tomorrow: soccer game, marriage, family camping with cub scouts.

Sunday: Breakfast with scouts, lunch with my mother, dinner at work as
I have a shit load to do before Monday.

I wonder what'll be up next weekend.

[Emperor 'Valentine A13' Norton III]

bob <than...@coldmail.nu> spooged...

Friday: work on box for guy, make chili. (A long arduous process if
done correctly).
Saturday: Drive way the fuck out to Wise country (aka BFE), where the
highways all have 3 numbers (in this instance, 87, 287 and 114), and merge
and split and merge and split every coupla miles and install boxen.
Note that this place is all new, and thus basically a 2000 sq ft
concrete pad with a giant metal garage perched on top.
I'd have been out of there in an hour, hour and a half, if the guy's
Win XP (aka the Letter of the Gates) box would deign to discuss any network
protocol with any other extant device.
Of course, the place had no heat yet, so I basically spent 5 hours
standing up in two places with the concrete sucking the heat out of my body.
It was so cold in there, we went outside to warm up.
So I drove back to my buddy's place and just sat around for three
hours (consuming chili from Friday) cuz I felt like somebody had hit me in the
head with a 2x4. At some point I warmed up to the point I wasn't shivering and
went home and died.
Sunday: the ATM acted up and ate all the money from Saturday. I didn't
care. At least I wasn't inside of a fucking freezer.
Stir-fry 'pepper beef' with leeks and stuff that I actually had on
hand.
Monday: I did something. Oh. Electrical work. Much shimming of ceiling
outlets and so on and so on. Seems all my good 1/2" rachet stuff along with
all my phillips head screwdrivers got up and walked off. There was substantial
amounts of blood involved somewhere in there.
Roast potatoes, brussel sprouts, and pan-roasted lamb with shitloads
of garlic and pepper. And sage. And rosemary. And stuff.
Tuesday: now it's fucking snowing outside. 10 days ago, it was 80
degrees. Go figure.

ash
['Not a horrible weekend, except for that freezing shit.']

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[Leturos]

Yes, I wonder. There were many soccer games in the years that followed. Games and camping consumed more time, in a good way, when my children moved to Florida. The times weren't always good and sometimes I wondered if they were good at all. The last three months have been a trial also. Perhaps the hardest and the hard times may not be over but I'm in a different place now. I was almost 39 then and I'm almost 52 now. Another suit dealt. The final one? I don't know. I just don't know. Sometimes I wish for more and sometimes I long for peace.

I could have done a lot better. There is much about the old me that I do not recognize but there is just as much that I do. More, I'm sure.

Wow. Coincidentally, since I wrote "sure" in that last sentence my right ear unplugged for the first time in months.