A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
two dryers, Jeep exhaust system (could be manifold, muffler and/or catalytic converter), car tie rods (possibly cv joints), car tire, garage door, air conditioner, Sarah’s scooter, Tommy’s scooter, yard, dog’s bladder, kitchen cabinets, driveway, Noah’s ant farm, all computers, drywall, downstairs bathroom, upstairs bathroom flooring, upstairs bathroom caulk, Tommy’s bed, wood floors, Tommy’s bicycle, Sarah’s bicycle, Noah’s bicycle, DVD player, my office, fire extinguisher
My spirit.
Yesterday I was high on life. Everything looked like it was going well and going to come together. Today I hate where I live, how I live and why I live.
I have a charitable event that I do on Friday Oct 8th. That ends my community support for this shit town. I understand why everyone hates Knoxville after 2 decades. I came here for college and tried to help my friends that grew up here understand that this is a great community but inevitably after 2 decades everyone gets fed up and leaves. Once retired, people come back. It’s a good place to retire because then you probably have less than 2 decades in you and can put up with the crap until you die.
I’ve had my two decades of this place. I give up!
And the boy stood naked in the window looking out over evil, distruction, and chaos. He could see no good. It is unsafe. How could he even begin to think of stepping out into such a world? His Genie is out there! His recently found self-confidence is sucked from him leaving a pit in the boy’s stomach. He turns his back on the world to see his room, safe, secure, isolated; and he moons the outside.
I feel so beat down that I don’t have words. How many kicks does this dog have to take?
Not being able to blog while I work except by cell phone is cramping my style!
Today was a huge deadline. Got a week extension so my stressed dropped hugely. I’m real focused right now.
Noah had a great soccer practice. I really like this new league we are in. Amy rolled in a pile of sand as if she was at the beach. Tommy joined her. They are frequently at the same mentality.
Time to catch my breath and eat something.
I’ve seen some of you talk about how wonderful your spouses are and I bet they are pretty good but mine is the best!
A decade ago or more I had 3 bank accounts. One at a traditional large full service bank which held my main checking account. One at a credit union which had a savings account and my car loan. The final at a local bank which kept my money in a passbook savings account meaning that the only way I could get the money was to walk into the bank during their limited hours.
It was a effective money management scheme when I hard a regular check that was directly deposited. The strategy was that the credit union had the amount of the car payment plus a little extra automatically deposited from my paycheck. The credit union would then automatically pay the card payment leaving the extra in the account. This extra built up quickly and became an occasion extra car payment or emergency money. As a savings account it also earned some interest.
Next, $25 per paycheck was automatically put into the passbook savings (things could go in but I had to visit the bank to get it out). Sometimes I’d put extra. This added up incredibly fast since I never looked at it and it earned a decent rate of interest which was fun to watch grow. This became mad money or emergency money.
Finally, the remainder would go into my checking account (also interest bearing) which was set up to autodraft all the utility bills and some others. This was bill paying money and what remained was used for living expenses and some luxury.
Well, a few years ago the credit union sent a check for $8.75 saying “Due to inactivity your account is closed.” That was fine. One less thing on my mind.
I’ve been wanting to recover the passbook account but can’t find the book. I think about it every few weeks and have for the past 2 years or so. Today I finally stepped into a branch and asked if the account was still alive. They said after 3 years of inactivity they start billing $2 per month until the money goes away. I think I like the credit union’s approach better. Certainly puts a damper on these movies (like Futurama) that base a character’s wealth on some loose change that earns interest over several hundred or thousand years.
It is comforting to know it is gone. I have simplified. I can quit looking for that passbook. And I have one less reason to schedule a stop in my day.
A New Day!
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This Morning
I gave into sleep last night and woke this morning at 5:30. Again, sleep is almost a waste of time. I am so stressed that it is not good sleep. My muscles ache all the time now. My deadline is tomorrow. I’ve put in 7-8 hour days where they had hoped for 12-14 hour days. I am so disappointed in myself.
Instinctively flinching the boy’s leg slides within his trousers and the dog runs away. It is the clothing and not the body that is glued to the bed. With much difficulty he slides himself out of the clothing and stretches his naked body to remove the aches from lying still and in one position for so long.
The boy stares at the bed pondering his escape. For the first time in his life, he freed himself without the mystics of his fabled friend. This new found capacity to help oneself is overwhelming and causes the boy to swoon.
His foot throbs reminding that an injury persists and that his friend is still inexplicably missing.
Productive day! Calm evening. Now the decision to stay up or go to bed? Hmm.. The pull is strong. The dark side calls.
The Crawford Texas Newspaper endorses Kerry! (That’s Bush’s town!)
And the beast consumed him beginning at his toes. It picked off one toe nail at a time and used it to scrap the succulent jam from between the digits. After the jam was gone the toes themselves were snapped free of the body and swallowed whole. Some fire was applied to the soul of the foot to cook off that tickly stuff and then each foot bitten off at the ankle. Knees snap very nicely when bent the wrong way. The beast describes calves tasting like chicken and the shin being useless. The tights are pulled from their sockets at the hip and set aside for last as the beast’s favorite part of the meal. The genitals have an aphrodisiac affect on the beast and its yearnings cause it to rush through the rest of its meal. Not yet full but satisfied it leaves head to ponder its new bodiless state.
The boy, unable to move anything but eyes, jaw and tongue begins to look around. He then jolts fully awake to roll his eyes toward where he once had feet. A dog licks the jam from between his toes. His feet are still glued to the bed with the rest of his body. He is unable to move anything but his eyes, jaw and tongue. The dog looks into the boy’s eyes. It seems so gentle then with a curt growl bites down on his toes.
Following the X-Prize?
I hate my bogged down antique slow computers!
Student: When do I ask for help?
Master: When do you really need it?
