Day: August 16, 2018

Made it to the mountain this week.

There’s a ton of stuff I should have done, but none of it really pressing.

I looked at the stack of paperwork on my desk and think, “I really should scan this stuff and shred the paper…” but I’m unmotivated. I have no desire to give any time to bureaucracy and documentation that serves other people’s purposes.

I’m tired but at peace. 

No sounds except the wind in the trees, birds and scurrying of small critters in some of the plants, those sounds are probably just lizards going about their lizardy day.

No traffic sounds, car alarms, sirens, or loud people. In short, bliss!

It’s a cooler morning, the sun has just crested the hills to the East and I’m sitting on the deck in a pair of ratty shorts with bed head and a cup of coffee.  The dog is checking out his yard making sure that nothing is amiss.

In just a few hours, it will be down the mountain to the heat, brightness, and chaos of the modern world. Ironic, since I’m participating to some extent in the modern insanity writing his blog. 

The neighbor’s dog is surveying his world from his outpost in his yard. He looks my way, recognizes me and focuses on something else, the king of his domain.

I used to be king, now I’m a slave to a time clock and petty, reactionary managers & supervisors. I don’t know why some people aren’t happy unless everyone else is miserable. For some reason, where I work has concentrated a substantial number of really petty, nasty, people in supervisory positions.

These people seem to go out of their way to make others unhappy and then delight in the ensuing discord.  Ahh, thinking about those people, and their insanity will wait until tomorrow. In its due time.

My phone is upstairs on my desk, having just shown me “Memories”. It was trying to be helpful but it failed. The “Memories” it chose were of my faithful pup who passed last year. It’s a bittersweet series of photos and feels a bit like having a wound reopened. I know in time, it won’t be as jarring at it is today, but I felt a little betrayed by my phone. So it’s sitting face down in a “Time-Out” lest it remind me of something else I don’t want to think about.

I’m just going to sit here a while, letting the cool breeze blow gently across my exposed skin and enjoy the fact that I don’t care too much what the neighbors may think of my sun starved pasty body. My pallor is a function of living life like a vampire.

As white as I am, they’d be blinded if they looked at me anyway. They should thank whatever deities they worship that I’m not completely nude.

This time is mine!

It’s the only time for the next week where there’s not something or someone demanding my immediate, urgent, or mandatory, attention. 

Either I’m getting old, or I’m becoming more antisocial like Riddick. Perhaps it’s just getting old, but so much of what people think is important… Just isn’t. 

Humm, I guess I’ll go get my phone and take a couple of pictures for this post. My phone has been punished enough.  The dog wants his treat and my coffee is empty anyway.

Make some time in your life to just be, it will do you a world of good.