"Wow, Double Click, are you still out there ?" " Hey, Peach are you
gonna update this thing before 2003?" Yup I'm back. Yes I'm 'gonna
update this thing before 2003.' I'm not sure I understand how people get
bored, or that they have 'time on their hands'. I have too much to do ,
too much to think about and too much 'stuff' that needs to get taken
care of. I just saw a movie last week-end called "Changing Lanes."
Samuel Jackson is, among other things, a participant in a Twelve Step
Program (Alcoholics Anonymous). His Facilitator(WillliamHurt ) tells him
at one point that his problem is not drinking. He says his drug of
choice is chaos. He basically tells Jackson that he lives on drama and
thrives on chaos. And in a gesture that defines both a frustrated friend
and helper, and a kick in the but to get his act together, Hurt turns
around and storms off. I'm not sure if chaos is my drug of choice. But I
am beginning to believe that my drug might be "staying busy", which
actually does make my life a kind of chaos. I never seem to get anything
done. My father was just in a car accident and , although he is o.k., I
am trying to see if I can be of any help as the idiot who rear-ended him
at 60 miles an hour claims it's my Dad's fault.......I am working on
three, no, make that four projects simultaneously..... I am taking care
of a sick Kitty..( as I am sitting here my business phone is ringing at
8:30 at night!) AND...and I would like to 'blog' once in a while.
Actually I had planned on staying on top of this weblog at least every
other day. O.K......so ......I went on a business appointment yesterday
. I sat down at this guy's desk across from him and listened to his
spiel. At his back were these very open, clear glass Church type windows
going up about six feet at the corner of his 'corner ' office. He had a
great view of all the corners at the street intersection. All of a
sudden a lonely ladder with no apparent human attached falls gently
against the windows. In a few seconds a man in uniform climbs up the
rungs and begins to wash the windows. My Business colleague turned for a
second to look at the window washer. "Can't look" he said "I'm afraid of
heights," and then turned towards me to continue his discussion. I was,
of course, facing the window all the time. It was somehow funny that two
very upstanding business suit kind of people were carrying on a serious
conversation while a very intent window washer was doing his thing less
than two feet away as though we weren't even there. I mean this guy was
really into it and concentrating directly on those picture windows even
though he was practically on top of us. Kind of intimate. And if the
windows had been open, he could have heard every word , even if we had
been whispering.............very bizarre, at least from my vantage
point. Luigi just came in to show me a small saucepan he had taken from
the refrigerator. "What is this puke?" he says pointing to my half eaten
oatmeal from yesterday's breakfast. He needed the pan to cook something
. "I guess you can throw it out", I said. But as he went back to the
kitchen I called after him to explain to him that I really like oatmeal
and it made my nipples hard. ( I don't think he heard me. ) Results not
guaranteed. Neither are the absurdist comments made on this program.
Hey, don't go suing this website if it doesn't work for you. See Ya,
(before 2003) Peach