Set a Spell

We're almost in April n it's spring on the calender, but last night I had to clear snow off the truck for the ride home in snow flurries. By the time I awoke today the white was again melted away in the sunshine. Now evening has claimed back the freezing chill again.

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Finally I stand a chance of getting some things done in my begged for two-days-off-in-a-row currently underway. My aching arms need rest big-time. It's been a couple months since I've had enough recovery time from work activity to not feel muscle-sore. I've got plenty to keep me busy, n chores are a mile pile.

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Today my energy level is decidedly low, n by the time I get to the full-steam ahead mode, I suspect it'll be time to expend myself at the job again. In fact I've got so much catch-up planned, it'll be a wonder if I get any needed rest...

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At least store errands are completed. I finally got the light-strings off the deck trees! The frig really needs a wipe-down, n dusty spring-clean is in mucho need. I hope they give me another week of two days off- Life is way too exhausting one day at a whack!

I figured out awhile back that I've not had a well day without chores or week off from needed duties since 2005...
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I always seem to choose getting stuff done for some reason, unless I'm ill. Again there's so much trash in the woods across the road, I'm contemplating spending my limited free-time picking it up just so I don't have to see it all the time. It took me awhile to pick up the water bottles n stuff the fire-department left all over the yard. I hate litter-bugs!

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I much prefer the off-tourist season here. The crowds will soon be everywhere, the private beach-viewings I've shown this winter will be hard pressed to be void of human forms. Cold n empty, it becomes my beach. Without pressure or worries. No one to avoid, no one to offend. When all the folks flock back in, I'll get stressed, defensive, n hide again.

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When I look at these pics ...

I remember the late day zero-F artic air I took them in. I can remember the dear woman in whose memory the bench was placed, owner of a large, Victorian Inn with a tower right there across the Boulevard. Circa 1980, I used to clean it's rooms, lounge, n help in the kitchen. I played guitar music n sang harmony with many old friends in the upstairs n downstairs lounges. On a July Fourth, then singing partner Emily, Dale from Run-21, n I watched the fireworks from the roof. I met old buddy Bruce, a song-writer there, when he'd just begun gigging with James Montgomery, (the New England Mouth-harp Blues legend). This place which entertained me many a winter is currently closed.

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The old place has changed hands many times since P's passing, but this familiar landscape of hundreds of personal memories for me will remain the same.

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In about one more month n a few warmer degrees, these scenes will no longer be serene...

Equal Time

The Vernal Equinox passed by me unnoticed at about 8:05 pm, while I was feverishly trying to keep up with my big machine again.

I prob won't get to post on the next day off, cause I'll be travelling all day to go see the L-baby finally, (that is if it doesn't decide to snow again).

Today, there was another fall-down-victim, so I'm again roped into going in super early n doing that person's stuff also. So I'll be sufficiently burnt out for the following day's drive. At least I'll get off the feet awhile, whew!

Happy Trails...

Weblog

We blog a web log for all to see-

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So either you decide to be transparent or hide the more important stuff...

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Sometimes I become a bit paranoid of my personal security n so usually err on the side of caution. Decidedly it's not as much fun as just blastin my guts out could be. Also, I'm so busy trying to stay "safe" that I have less fun than most folks.

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An arguement could be made that I keep a good poker face. Folks often have no clue what's going on in my head. If I have a gripe, or big problem I'm not explaining, usually it's because not only do I not want to spread more misery around, but it's not good to keep dwelling on negatives.

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I try to project more positive in hopes of collecting more of it back in my reality.

There's times when I'm so miserable, I fight to find anything positive to share. Sometimes it's amazing the games we can play to stay amused with life.

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Some gripes with folks are easy to relay, such as landlord, money, time, n work complaints. Others are of more a touchy subject n more personal. These usually have to do with personal relationships, mistakes, or embarrassing moments.

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I've been wandering through a confusing personal maze of possible new relationships which has me almost at a stalemate of inaction. There's a large conflict between what I want n what I shouldn't do according to others..

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One night at work awhile back I got out early to go to Jury Duty the following morning. I pretended to get ticked off n quit, for the sake of faking people out. I can be a good actor when I'm committed to my role. The managers knew I wasn't quiting, n knew what I was doing. Then I was out when I was listed to be in on the schedule the following day.

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The look on faces when they walked in n saw me there again (I was openning) was quite amusing! A few must've bemoaned my loss as I know I've done for hard-working friends who've moved on...

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The totally unexpected by-product of my performance was when they'd realized they hadn't lost me forever after all, some of the dudes suddenly stopped holding back what they'd been wanting to say. They wouldn't understand I'd wanted to say, "Get in line n take a number!" Also they seem to be unfamilar with normal work fraternization edicate.

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Before they realized I was learning their language a bit, I'd witnessed dozens of heated conversations as though I had nothing to do with what my choice was.

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Nothing remotely like this has ever happened to me before. Now weeks later, I'm afraid any positive or negative response given to parties involved will be taken wrong n possibly hurt people's feelings to the point of starting a fist-fight or quiting! Even my poker face last week was taken wrong by some one I like, when I'm simply trying not to demonstrate favoritism between the warring factions.

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I wish there was a new job to go to where I could easily go out with one of them without dancing around the rest of them... but there isin't. If I could, "the winner" would indeed proudly boast about it, sticking the other's noses in the poop, I'm sure. Here I am again at "No One Wins, with No Where to Go."

My mistake, working n making friends... Playing my silly game...
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As if that's not embarrassing enough, becoming the hot topic of the entire factory in Portuguese, n they think you can't understand, as they talk right next to you about you... There's more! Granted, I won't report everything until the actual book is published....

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As I was hurrying along my way to do needed machine feeding at various ends of the room this week, a manager was making a repair with a wheeled rig at an angle to the walk-space where it usually isin't placed. I turned to squeeze through n a crank-handle caught on my rear jeans-pocket, ripping a huge T-cut over my right-butt. Luckily, only the manager saw the open-flap-section before I quickly tucked in a T-shirt to cover the skin.

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Now every chance he gets he sternly instructs me to be careful with my pants!

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How do you say, "What color are her underwear?" in Portuguese?

- Que cor são a sua roupa de baixo?

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I hope you were amused with my true weblog story -

Ides

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Another day off full of errands n chores, n still so much left to do without time for it all, n I'm pooped, already! I want to do so much more I know the energy doesn't exist for now.
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My sore parts like this activity, cause I get to sit in my easy chair with the feet up. After all, I work hard n certainly deserve rest.
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Alot of folks writing about strange dreams lately, got me searching the files at http://www.petrix.com/dreams/ again, to look up elements of old dreams. Strange how it's easy to remember the ones deemed significant. Many through out my life I can remember with the images.
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Yet some sleep-dreams evaporate upon awakening, although we knew where were were under the blanket of unconsciousness at the time.
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I know there are places I go in dreamland, that are familar n often visited there, which don't exist in this world. There are also very good friends who don't exist in awake land, either. I tend to have alot of new pets there also.
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Especially appreciated are getting what seem like real visits with people or animals which you realize are now deseased upon awakening, (while dreaming the illusion of aliveness was believed). A few times I've felt the conflict of realizing the loved one was deceased in the middle of dreaming, turning it into an intense emotional experience.
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Some dreams I believe are what they are, exactly. I remember a dream when I heard my Dad call my name as I was getting in my car, the Olds, which used to be his. I turned around n he kissed me good-bye just before I left speeding off in the car. I believe it was a visit from beyond, because he'd been passed over a few months at the time, n we'd not gotten a chance for a final good-bye before he'd gone. He looked so young n full of vitality, I can still see it. It certainly felt real enough to me.
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I wonder if I'll get any weird TV problems tomorrow. It used to be his birthday, n he'd have been 78. A few years back on this day, I actually hit the daily number, his age n my age, all four digits exact. Too bad I only bet .50 cents. Maybe it's worth a hard earned dollar tomorrow...
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We're expecting a snowstorm. Spring shall return in an upcoming episode.
Sweet dreams zzz ...

Springing

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Springing ahead one hour has managed to make every counter person I've encountered today bleary-eyed n admitting it to me. Apparently I appear a very approachable homey.
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Every one n all their brothers were outside making a mad, coat-less dash to do errands while it was a whopping 45 degrees F. sunny, windy -but unfrozen this afternoon... a little chilly, but nice!
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I did get tons of running around done with all that extra daylight. Finally used up n got my pics developed. Day off is a good one today! S.A.D. is soon to be in remission once more.
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Dischordant note: Poor Sir Paul McCartney has to pay 42 Mil-bux in his divorce settlement, n they don't even have any kids to support. Unreal! She already had dough before they were even hitched. What a life... How could some one do that to him?
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Sustained note: Well, Mr. McC., I'd date ya anytime without any of your dough involved whatsoever, based purely on musical merit n memories of my old beatles crushes! (John's unavailable). But you would have to play my guitar tunes with me...!
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Dissonant chord: Reportedly poor, diminished Micheal Jackson is selling his Beatle-tune right-shares this week to pay some bills.
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I still love Beatles tunes. I have Revolver (lisenced) on my machine.
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Now back to checking 2do-s off the list, while the getting's good.
Have a decent week in your corner of the planet.
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Shadow portrait artists of the world unite! (besides Neo, who else did a shadow portrait recently?)

Artic Fleece

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Wow, has it been bittercold the past four days. Minus-z (F) windchills with a steady, stiff wind. Still at the store today I watched a guy walking through the parking lot with just a business suit, no coat, hat, or gloves- his skin scarlett red with a frozen, shocked expression on as I walked past with only my eyes exposed in my polar-fleece scarf n hat. Why do folks still think they're immune to this chill?

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I almost went to shoot more icy pics, but said, not today- too cold! I was going to go visiting this PM, but said, nope, it's warmer at home. The Artic Blaster has got to warm up for spring at some point this month. (In like a lion, out like a lamb- please).

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After days of installation hell my machine has finally emerged protected n without damage, except to the quality of my free time. Now onto finer projects like procrastinating filling out forms! This weather def makes it tough to play guitar chords with my tired, stiff hands. Two hours today nearly killed me. I find with only single days off I'm still arm n leg sore returning to work. Wish I could afford extra days off (in a row), just so I could practice with less discomfort.

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Daylight savings week-end for "Spring-Ahead " has been moved up to this Sunday. I wonder if all the puters n time-clocks will be messed up with presets in the software n satellite feeds in cell-phones. I wonder how many people will come into work late, or miss their flights!

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I've been going in early, so it'll be a tough week for my sleep hours. Usually I have a tough time unwinding to get to sleep, n may need to sideline more online time until I can adjust.

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The environmental police may finally be voting to determine if the Polar Bear is an endangered species now. Prez-B has finally asked some one to look into the Artic ice situation.

No Artic sea-ice-flows means no fishing after their four-month yearly fast, no migrating to more abundant territory off the mainland, n no sustaining new offspring. Last I read, n saw documented on news the past two years, (including nightline-ABC about a bear rescue station operation) death by starvation has them dropping like flies on sticky strips. I've been feeling their pain on ESR since I began here. I'm curious if the situation has been better there lately. Wish I had more time to search today.

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There's plenty of ice here lately...

I'm feelin like a polar bear, too!

This cold has gotta break-up soon-

Go with the Flows

After our thawing out over the week-end, no hats required, the presently incoming Artic Blaster blowing intown with squalls this sundown will be diff to take. Just when you think you're done paying the Heating Dudes all your future income... (It'll take lots more).

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I've been sittin here for 2.5 hours already waiting to see if the Auto-fix will fix-up my repeatedly failed Norton installation. It depresses me that my past three days off have been taken up repeatedly trying to put on the new version while my online life is in limbo.

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The past few days I've been holding all bloggin, comments, reading, email, n searching for stuff because of this stupid n cheap slow dail-up. Basically, I don't have this kind of time to waste... n there it all goes!

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I feel bad for all the favs saying, "Where'd ya go?" (I'm still here, but need my online-condom back...)

Also there's a bunch of calls I wanted to make before the folks are sleeping today, but looks like this will eat-up all my free-time again. I've been feeling so isolated.

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Except at work, that is. At work I'm now very popluar because of my abilities n helpful nature. (A bit too popular). I've become the object of much disscussion around me, n I've begun picking up on most of it (Entendu). I've wanted to write about the situation a zillion times, but involved folks have access. So if my life here on blogger seems a bit boring to you, I assure you there's more going on than meets the current read...

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Let's just say there are interested parties of varied ages n description keeping Mig the gossip-machine very entertained. Reg readers may not understand... so feel free to insert any outrageous situational comedy scenario with me in the starring role here. I'm not sure how it all plays out yet, I just hope it keeps me laughing... The choices are staggering to me, n I feel another book plot coming up in my near future...

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Time to re-charge those hot-water bottles as the temp takes another deep plunge into the ice.

Writings on the Wall

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The Sea-wall corner is at the boat-ramp Which I can see everyday out my kitchen window. When waves crash over it, it's storm surge or hurricane time.

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I heard a nasty storm ripped some lives apart earlier today on it's way through the mid-south states. It's a scary thought to see a school get demolished by a tornado while kids are there-

If it were my kids... :o.

Here we're just expecting wind, snow, n flood warnings for the over-night hours, n luckily I won't need to drive until work later tomorrow.

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Finally I chose to switch my account today, without even fighting the switch-now window. Hope my stuff works without my settings giving me a must "click OK" problem with each open window. I've been spending countless free-time hours (missing sleep last week) downloading to upgrade virus protection, n it's still not installed yet, so hoping I don't catch a nasty bug in the meantime. Also, last time I did a program upgrade, it screwed up other software big-time. I'll prob be up all night doing it again, then crossing the fingers it doesn't have another big (C++) conflict.

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I still need to get to the phone calls, tax-forms, n laundry. Another exciting day off. Actually, I really need rest. Been having a weird week with people at work, cause now I can understand what the Portuguese rumor mill is dishing out (about me). Really wish I could afford a few days off, n more project time!

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That graffitti wasn't mine, (but I wish I had time too).