October 30, 2007

Wool Gathering

Fryday, 5 Betteroff 2007

It's been another few days (again!) since I've been adding bloggy goodness to the intertubes - which, come to think of it, might be a positive boon top it's overall well-being - and I'm feeling the burden of time in many ways. Not the least of is why I'm shouting into the hinterlands at all, particularly when there's so many others who do it so much better than I.

Then again, I've always been more interested in combining existing stuff in different ways, instead of putting something new of my own into the mix. So the possibility exists that I might get to something which may aid others in their adventures. I might get it right yet...

And then there's the personal stuff:

My friend up in Canada will be seeing his specialist to determine when his second operation to remove the cancer from his body (they didn't get all of it the first time, but at least they think that things aren't spreading). He's just barely gotten through the first phase of recuperating from the first operation. Good luck with that, Bud...

My (oldest) younger sister and her brother in law celebrated their twenty fifth anniversary on October 23rd, which is also the occasion of her forty fifth birthday. Congrats!

The clan has been propagating at an alarming rate for some time now, and there are clusters of rugrats gumming up the waxworks all over the place. Some of them are even getting mild to moderate pressure (more from their societal connections) to get to frumping up a new generation. It's all for the best, and I'm happy to say that they all seem to have worked their way through their adventures (so far) relatively unscathed. I'm also delighted to be able to think that they have hope and foresight enough to figure out how they will be able to make a positive contribution to the future. It makes me feel good to have that feeling about others. However true it turns out to be...

But the ravages of time seem to be weighing more heavily on my melon of late. My mental password list is so overflowing that I can't remember any more new stuff. Sorry - every frelling site that requires me to register in order to comment / see your content / etc. / etc. Praise Koresh for the dailykos userid/password and its' prevalence in the internets. It would be nice to find the site with a bunch of them (that hasn't been hacked to uselessness yet) and link to it somewhere 'round these parts.

And there's a duality of opposites that I need to resolve: I have a growing sense of urgency with some things that I'm waiting to get updates on* and things I'd like to do and there's barely enough time to keep it together through the work week. Not mention friends and family and fun and life, the universe, and everything. And now I've maybe bitten off more than I can chew conned some people (not least myself) into thinking that I might have something worthwhile to say agreed to start posting on the BartBlog as well as the American Street. Given my recent track record (cough), I might not be able to keep up my end of the bargain. But I would like to give it the good old college try, with your kind indulgence, dear reader. The other side of this coin is that there sometimes seems to be so much to do that I become paralyzed with indecision as to what to take care of first - and then nothing gets done.

Plus I've started smoking again, and I can't seem to lose any more weight. I've got around $150 of meds to buy every month and fit into the budget. The dental work I got done in July is coming due for payment soon. And the holidays are just around the corner. It will all work out in the end, but sometimes it doesn't quite seem that way when you're going through it. And of course I could be much worse off and I appreciate that I have it pretty good more often than not. So this diatribe is more in the way of explaining the roaring silence 'round these parts, as opposed to complaining.** Just thought I'd bring all and sundry up to speed.

Talk amongst yourselves while I'm away...

* - that reminds me: where the frell is my flying car?

** - You want to complain? Look at these shoes - I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. If you complain, nothing happens. You might as well not bother. Look at me - my back hurts, it's not at all a fine day, and I'm sick and tired of this office...

Posted by (: Tom :) at October 30, 2007 07:03 PM