Yay!
The girls made it safely to California!
I am so freaking relieved!
I am so freaking relieved!
Friday, May 28, 2004
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Nerves Or Something...
Becky and my older daughter were here just long enough to remind me what it was like to be a family, and now they're gone, and so is my younger daughter, and I am feeling... empty? sick? despondent? Worried, too. Definitely worried. All my eggs in one basket going halfway across the continent. All I can do is trust them to be safe. I can't protect them from here. Can't do a damn thing. Powerless.
That's what I'm feeling.
And sick too. Either nerves, or something I ate is disagreeing with me. Probably nerves. Feels like a combination of too much caffeine and not enough sleep, but had plenty of sleep and hardly any caffeine, so... Nerves. Stress. Yeah, stress.
That's what I'm feeling.
My internal doctor prescribes Advil and some strong beer, and sleep. But that's probably not what's going to happen. I have other plans. Why? Because I'm feeling somewhat defiant, too.
Yes, that's what I'm feeling.
That's what I'm feeling.
And sick too. Either nerves, or something I ate is disagreeing with me. Probably nerves. Feels like a combination of too much caffeine and not enough sleep, but had plenty of sleep and hardly any caffeine, so... Nerves. Stress. Yeah, stress.
That's what I'm feeling.
My internal doctor prescribes Advil and some strong beer, and sleep. But that's probably not what's going to happen. I have other plans. Why? Because I'm feeling somewhat defiant, too.
Yes, that's what I'm feeling.
Saturday, May 22, 2004
Private
Weird. Suddenly everything going on in my life is much too private for me to blog about.
Some news: Becky got laid off from Target. They over hired and didn't make their numbers at the new store, so a bunch of associates got the axe. So she's taking the opportunity (and time) to drive to Texas and pick up Jessie. Anyone wanting to say goodbye to her better do it soon, she's gone for good this time.
Time for me to get back to some serious writing.
Some news: Becky got laid off from Target. They over hired and didn't make their numbers at the new store, so a bunch of associates got the axe. So she's taking the opportunity (and time) to drive to Texas and pick up Jessie. Anyone wanting to say goodbye to her better do it soon, she's gone for good this time.
Time for me to get back to some serious writing.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Well, Excuse Me!
Going up an onramp to 75 N, my left turn signal on ... obviously I have to GET ON THE FREEWAY, right? Before the lane runs out and I have to then EXIT again? This is obvious. Anyone who has a brain big enough to operate a car should be able to tell this.
Then, why ... someone please explain to me ... why would the car behind me try to zoom around me on the left, while I have the blinker on, while I obviously ALSO need to get on the freeway? Acting like I have no right to get on HER freeway? Forcing me to cut her off, and so then she honks at me and yells and flips me the bird?
Why does the state of Texas give driver's licenses to clinically insane sociopaths?
I'm assuming she has a license... maybe I'm giving her too much credit.
Then, why ... someone please explain to me ... why would the car behind me try to zoom around me on the left, while I have the blinker on, while I obviously ALSO need to get on the freeway? Acting like I have no right to get on HER freeway? Forcing me to cut her off, and so then she honks at me and yells and flips me the bird?
Why does the state of Texas give driver's licenses to clinically insane sociopaths?
I'm assuming she has a license... maybe I'm giving her too much credit.
Monday, May 10, 2004
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Fishing
I remember driving levy roads along brown water canals, endless waterways that criss-crossed the central valley, finding a secluded little beach where we could build a small fire, unpack the ice chest, sip beer, and fish. Just shoot the bull and fish. Sometimes we'd catch some, sometimes not ... didn't matter, didn't keep them, just threw them back. It was the beer and conversation that we were there for; the seclusion from the rest of the world; pressures forgotten. Precious escape from reality. Or, perhaps, escape TO reality.
I haven't been fishing in 9 years. Too long.
I haven't been fishing in 9 years. Too long.
Monday, May 03, 2004
Lost Weekend
What a fantastic weekend I just had. It was one of those rare, lost weekends, where you lose track of time and feel like you're off in your own wonderful little world. And then it ends and reality comes crashing back. Hectic, panicked Monday at work, the realization that I'd lost track of the date over the weekend and missed my nephew's birthday, obligations I should have taken care of, but had forgotten about, pop back up into my head. Those "oops!" moments. Welcome back, Jerry, to your work week.
Apologies to my nephew and others concerned, but, yeah ... sorry ... it was worth it.
I really do think I am in love.
Apologies to my nephew and others concerned, but, yeah ... sorry ... it was worth it.
I really do think I am in love.
