A blogger’s grandfather has passed.
GAC is hanging in there although it sounds like the hospital is in dire need of a dialysis machine.
A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
A blogger’s grandfather has passed.
GAC is hanging in there although it sounds like the hospital is in dire need of a dialysis machine.
My glasses are inconsequential. Almost decoration. But they help me focus and concentrate. Now they’ve gone missing. This bites.
The stock ticker spam is out of control. My inbox is almost useless.
Newscoma mentions "It seems we are all sending each other hope these days." It does feel like everyone is going through something. Maybe it is our smaller world. Twenty-five years ago, the world would not be following a family’s fight for life in Oak Ridge. Maybe it would get a brief mention on local news but certainly not the world wide attention it has received.
I need hope now it ways that I cannot/will not discuss. But my troubles are put is such proportion by GAC’s battle between life and death. I feel selfish even thinking of myself.
Last night I had to put gas in the van to get Tommy to STAR. The lady on the other side of the pump swiped her card repeatedly until finally a booming voice came across the speaker declaring, "pump one still says declined." She speaks out to the air to cover the embarassment of the announcement to the world, "I’ll try my debt card." A wrinkled hand lifts a different piece of plastic. I wanted to swipe mine and say, "filler ‘er up on me" but I had to say a prayer that I didn’t get declined as I swiped for my own gas. The poverty trap sucks badly. Once you get in it is very hard to get out. As I move away from consulting and back into regular work, my budget (money and time) is going to include something to help save a family from poverty. Our economy is rotten.
Now that the anxiety attack has died down, let’s fuel it again.
I have two small projects that both need to be completed today. One is a ColdFusion project. The other is a PHP project. Additionally I need to vote. The children are home and will need to be fed and occasionally need intervention. I have to fill out a ton of paperwork. I need to spend several hours on the telephone. I would like to clean my office and redesign my personal websites.
I’m going to throw up. My heart feels like it is going to jump out of my chest.