Of late I have not been writing. Death in the family, illness and death of a spiritual significant Other or Sigoth as I will say from here on out. Business failure. Lots of reasons why I haven't made a comment in two years.
This was once a year in the conversation with Eric Lofholm. I have decided to change that. This is a year in the conversation with me.Totally about me. I don't give a hoot who reads this or does not. It isn't about anybody else.
April Fools will be tomorrow. The joke is definitely on me as I look at my life.
61 years old as of the 7th of April and nothing but a pile of debt and a greater load of depression to show for it.
Some might say I am still grieving the loss of my friend. They would be right as far as they know.
I am grieving the loss of my mirror.
My late friend was the best mirror I ever had to see my own faults. Now they are frozen in front of my face forever, and they block what ever could be seen down the road. Funny how holding a guy's hand as he breathes his last can freeze things up but good emotionally.
During the great reorganziation of the house after Rob died I lost the keys to my truck. A funny thing to note but it almost sent me into a panic. There is a spare set in the back of the truck but the truck top was locked with the key to open it missing with the rest.
I went from slow concern to almost panic as one option after another failed to find the keys. Complete house search...Zip.
Call the road side service. Found out they can only pop door locks. Zilch.
Jimmied open the truck top and got the spare set, only to find the alarm had gone into lock down mode. No spare electric key to turn off the alarm. Nada.
Zip zilch nada. Then the panic set in...almost.
For whatever reason I sent it up to the Universe and went back to doing what I could do in the house. After all I was just doing a TJ's run. Not really all that needed.
The keys were somewhere. They would show up.
They did.
This was once a year in the conversation with Eric Lofholm. I have decided to change that. This is a year in the conversation with me.Totally about me. I don't give a hoot who reads this or does not. It isn't about anybody else.
April Fools will be tomorrow. The joke is definitely on me as I look at my life.
61 years old as of the 7th of April and nothing but a pile of debt and a greater load of depression to show for it.
Some might say I am still grieving the loss of my friend. They would be right as far as they know.
I am grieving the loss of my mirror.
My late friend was the best mirror I ever had to see my own faults. Now they are frozen in front of my face forever, and they block what ever could be seen down the road. Funny how holding a guy's hand as he breathes his last can freeze things up but good emotionally.
During the great reorganziation of the house after Rob died I lost the keys to my truck. A funny thing to note but it almost sent me into a panic. There is a spare set in the back of the truck but the truck top was locked with the key to open it missing with the rest.
I went from slow concern to almost panic as one option after another failed to find the keys. Complete house search...Zip.
Call the road side service. Found out they can only pop door locks. Zilch.
Jimmied open the truck top and got the spare set, only to find the alarm had gone into lock down mode. No spare electric key to turn off the alarm. Nada.
Zip zilch nada. Then the panic set in...almost.
For whatever reason I sent it up to the Universe and went back to doing what I could do in the house. After all I was just doing a TJ's run. Not really all that needed.
The keys were somewhere. They would show up.
They did.
They had somehow fallen off the desk I was moving and ended up hidden under a curtain.
How's that for a funky little metaphor? Wait for time to get you the keys from under the curtain.
That is pretty much what is going on here. The money I need to take care of all the hell of April is nowhere in sight and my residual income check is less then it was last month.
The job I had hoped to be on this month is on hold so paying the rent is impossible, and so is moving. I could very well be homeless in May.
The truck sounds like it is in trouble and the taxes are not done. I have to confront both of these things with no money in the bank.
Defintely a whole bunch of keys gone lost as far as answers.
So here it goes...back to the Universe. Time to wait for the key to come from under the curtain.
Time to tune in with Mr.Trivedi on Sunday. Time to tap about this mess which is the continuing mess of my life...never any money. Time to get back to writing it out as the journey progresses.
Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua, Dia Eterna.
How's that for a funky little metaphor? Wait for time to get you the keys from under the curtain.
That is pretty much what is going on here. The money I need to take care of all the hell of April is nowhere in sight and my residual income check is less then it was last month.
The job I had hoped to be on this month is on hold so paying the rent is impossible, and so is moving. I could very well be homeless in May.
The truck sounds like it is in trouble and the taxes are not done. I have to confront both of these things with no money in the bank.
Defintely a whole bunch of keys gone lost as far as answers.
So here it goes...back to the Universe. Time to wait for the key to come from under the curtain.
Time to tune in with Mr.Trivedi on Sunday. Time to tap about this mess which is the continuing mess of my life...never any money. Time to get back to writing it out as the journey progresses.
Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua, Dia Eterna.
