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November 12, 2005

The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

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With apologies to Mr. Dickens, I've never been in a better place, but I feel things aren't going all that well. That's likely due to the combination of success and new challenges, and doesn't mean much other than I'll continue to get up early and work hard, both personally and professionally.

The House: yes, the house. My, it's a big one. Bobby came over shortly after my folks moved out - I was showing him around the house, and he said "Where's your stuff?". I had to respond we don't have stuff. Beth is fussing over filling the space (not really, but I'm pretty sure she thinks about it a lot more than I do), but I'm sort of luxuriating in the space. I can't explain it exactly, but it may have something to do with what Beth calls "getting to know the space". I really don't like that phrase for some reason, but I understand and completely agree it needs to happen. I guess I'm just doing it on my terms.

The car: grrrrrr. First, I need to stipulate that I really, really like my car. Some guys have a favorite chair or some clothes that are near and dear. For me it's my car. I know it's looking pretty (ahem) classic, but I just like it. The problem: said car is tearing itself apart. Last Sunday I heard this terrific clanging and a piece of the left front strut fell off!. Yesterday, driving back from Boston, I had a flat, as in driving along the highway and having a flat, ripping the tire to shreds. No problem I say - jumping out the change the tire. Everything is there - the spare (with air in it!), jack, jack handle and, and NO lug wrench. No problem: Call AAA! "Yes sir, we'll have someone over there in (wait for it) no more than an hour!" I know it's not my car's fault - I'm just feeling sad about the whole thing.

Work. I could go on about this for a long time. Suffice to say that things have to get resolved somehow. It's a lot like dating, and finding out your "beloved" is behaving in a way that's inconsistent with what your "beloved" is saying. Fortunately I work with some of the most dedicated and insightful people I've ever met. I feel very lucky I have such good co-workers.

Posted by pgutwin at November 12, 2005 8:36 AM

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