February 16, 2006

Random walk through my brain

I have been way too swamped to put together a decent, coherent post. So, I choose instead to punish you all with a post consisting of semi-coherent, not totally thought out reflections. Your choice to read it, of course. No one will force you.

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Defer my gratification? Please. I don't do that so well. I am not a good waiter. I am not patient in lines. I don't see everything as a plot to frustrate me when I am waiting in line, I just don't like it.

The same goes the other way. Good news? A present? I cannot wait to share them. I can barely wait for the birthday to roll around to give my wife her gift. Good news is the same thing. Even if it is a secret or if discretion is the better part of valor, I burn to share my happiness. Of course, that doesn't apply if it is somebody else's secret; those I can keep without a problem.

So, care to hazard a guess about what state I am in right now after being told that something marvelous is happening? Something splendid? That the chances of the something happening have now gotten way, way more better? But that the something I am referring to won't really start to be great, if it happens at all, until the end of 2008?

Two years to wait. Two years to count down until I know for sure. Two years before . . . I'm not even close to sure how to finish that sentence.

I got two years to count before I know. A lot can happen in two years. A lot of things can change or slip or mutate. Wars take place, circumstances are altered, capital markets can collapse. The Girl Child will be almost 7 by then and the Boy Child 5. The New Baby, assuming everything goes well, will be looking forward to his/her 2nd birthday.

So, here's to change properly directed and more good news in 2008.

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Cheney in a hunting accident and CNN can barely keep its panties on. Does anyone really care about this? Would it be any different if he had whacked some guy in the face with a frisbee? Or smacked someone with his squash racquet?

I spent an hour in the gym listening to CNN go on and on about all sorts of things. I can't recall hearing one single positive word about America or our government. I don't get it. Really. According to CNN we are either Satan's spawn or terribly incompetent. For goodness sake, just pick one already.

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New pictures of old abuse in Iraq. Timing of release? Suspicious. Behavior of news media who mention, as if an afterthought, that the pics are from 2003 and are not current, horrid.

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Danish cartoons. Islamic reactions. Over-reactions, really. Can you imagine, if you tried, a more prickly less self confident group of people than those who are so terribly wounded by a Danish newspaper?

Come on, we're talking about Danes, here. A people so placid that their Prime Minister (or maybe Foreign Minister, can't recall) said that this was the worst foreign relations crisis for Denmark since World War II. Must be nice to be Danish.

Cartoonists pick up pens and people die. Just goes to show, the most dangerous thing in the world is not a nuclear weapon, it is an idea.

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Work is, once again, kicking my butt. I think a new career is in order. I've been saying that for some time, however. Next Friday, I venture down to Washington D.C. to meet with someone who, if all the stars are aligned, might actually be able to help me. Maybe I can squeeze in a drink or late lunch with my cousin on the same trip. That would be nice.

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I am feeling more curmudgeonly with every passing day. At this rate, I am going to just calcify in place.

Good thing we're having another baby. That keeps you young.

Or leaves you so tired you can't remember how old you are.

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They are painting my office on Monday. That means I have to pack the whole thing into boxes and move it out into another room so they can paint. Everything has to go.

Tomorrow I wear jeans to work. And throw out a lot of stuff. Time to be ruthless since the situation is forced upon me.

I look around at the accumulated shite and I shudder. Probably easier to just fire to the whole thing and dance around it like some savage.

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I learned that it is not true that you have to drink a bottle of vintage Port the same day you open it. This is happy news. You can keep it for between four days and a week, depending on which of the two experts I spoke to you care to believe. I err on the low estimate. Either way, I am glad to hear this.

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Back to the salt mines.

Pax tibi.

Posted by Random Penseur at February 16, 2006 10:49 AM | TrackBack

You inspired us, you know... we're headed to the Berkshires this weekend for a lurvly weekend! Thinking of you as usual!

M and B

Posted by: Mandalei at February 16, 2006 11:09 AM

Savage fire dances are particularly cathartic. I recently had one myself. I say go for it.

I will send good thoughts your way while you are in my neck of the woods!

Posted by: Wicked H at February 16, 2006 12:10 PM

Glad to see you posting again; I've missed you!

I'm just as impatient with good news, so of course, now I'm wondering what might happen in 2008. I'm not clear, though -- do YOU know what it is that may happen, or just that something good may happen?

Posted by: Allison at February 16, 2006 02:41 PM

Nice to have you back, RP. I'm a big fan of the brain-dumps - there's always something diverting in there. Vintage port can wait, huh? who knew?

Posted by: grammarqueen at February 16, 2006 04:00 PM

Believe it or not, I knew that about port! I learned all kinds of things at a dessert wine tasting the other night. Another helpful tip? The dessert wine should always be sweeter than the dessert.

Posted by: Bridget/Turtleherder at February 16, 2006 05:39 PM

Wow, I didn't know that about the dessert wine... I'll be sure to remember that now!

RP welcome back! I loved the brain dump - you should actually considering doing it more often. I'm rather curious about 2008 now...

And about Cheney, I agree with you! Why are they making such a big deal? Even here in Australia its top news and I'm thinking, why does it matter?! Accidents happen, sheesh. Ahh media. don't you love em?

I think CNN probably just thinks that no one will understand what they are saying, and those that do want to hear the worst kind of news ;p (just being silly... as usual.)

Posted by: zya at February 16, 2006 05:56 PM
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