Another Whatever

There's something cooking in the microwave, I'm not sure what it is, I opened many cans... guess there are many ways to be living on the edge, no doubt. Maybe I'll list the ingredients in the details blog, but anyway, it's another restful day here. Slept until the body felt like getting out of bed. Spent most of the afternoon sorting through my blog uploads and recording them in the table of contents file for the first time since February (maybe I'll get some organizational uploading done one of these days). That is not moving in, but it is getting comfortable in my chair. A good sign, nonetheless.

A weekend for me and just me for the first tie in months. Missing what is gone (always hurts more when I am catching up in my head and written gardens, alas, but it is what it is and I accept the caring and contact as it is, even when it's gone). Gonna enjoy the food, however it turns out. Life is better every day, still, even after all these years.

Wish you were here :)

Narf :)

Saturday, On the Sofa

Yeah I know, it's not Saturday, In The Park, but then, I am not on a sofa, for that matter. A comfortable desk chair is my only seat here. Softball was rained out and I am trying to slow the spending so I slept in and today becomes laundry day. Looks like five loads. I'll just pop open some of the cans of food for a late lunch early dinner and the TV will occupy my time. I think I'll watch The Truman Show since it was just referenced by an old friend the other day.

Hope you enjoy your Saturday too :)

Friday Softball Fun

Ok, so we lost 12-11 in extra innings, but it was fun partly because I played well but mostly because I brought a good attitude to the field (which helped me play well) and the other team were good sports. After the game a few friends from another team shared dinner at our favorite local sports bar. Service was exceptional and food was delicious (made to order) and everything we asked for was served fast with a smile. The waitresses hang with us when they can because we go there a lot.

A wonderful day ends with a wonderful evening and all that's missing is someone to share the whole of the life, but hope springs eternal and I know you're out there somewhere :)

I hope your life is wonderful too, but if it's not, make it so - you can do it :)

Narf :)

Strange Days Indeed

Today really doesn't live up to that title, but speaking to a first girlfriend after umbdabumbida years (more than three decades, at least) is a strange experience leading to the long and winding road that reminds me when a long strange trip it's been. Even with the distractions of the living space, Eb, the body ailments acting up again, the unpleasantness of poverty, the long road ahead, the dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, the depressive self-destructive suicidal culture that looms over us like an unwelcome and uncomfortable storm, and moldy cheese (representing everything else), it was a wonderfully pleasant conversation. Happy it happened. Hopefully it'll happen again in less than umbdabumbida years. :)

Meanwhile, it was another fun day at work. The Safety car is in the shop again and the loaner is worse than last time. The County really tries to milk their vehicles to save money. So my vehicle ID is 05232 (new vehicles are well over 10000). The pool loaner) car is 00198. It's a 1999 Ford Taurus and it should be in the shop and will be as soon as they figure out how to turn off my engine light.

I feel a bit more refreshed today, though I could have slept longer than I did last night. You can find more details about the day (and assorted babbling about who knows what) in the extended edition blog, in case you didn't know, in case it matters. Feel free to tell me all the mundane details of your day. If not here, in email, text, or call.

Life is more fun (and interesting) when we communicate, ya know?

Narf :)

Tired Times Again

An extra night of softball, the extra drive, and a lot less sleep than usual and the old fatigue crashes down. Still, I want to write and I want to keep in touch and I want to find the one and I want to save the world, so here I am. Another fun day at work and another ten cents in my pocket and another spaghetti and meatball dinner and another night with TV, all that and a bag of chips. Barbecue. Bloated. Tied. Sleep.

How was your day?

Narf :)

It Needs Sleep to Enjoy the Lotion

I have not idea what that means either other than referring to my level of fatigue and lack of enough sleep the past few days. Softball was fun, more on that another time. BLT was too chewy, but the bacon craving demanded it. More later.

Narf :)

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

Sunday afternoon I received a text from my first long term girlfriend (and someone who cared about meas much as anyone ever did, sigh) and maybe the most mature, sensible, caring, wonderful person I ever knew (at least one of them) letting me know she was in town with her family to do the theme parks. Blast from the Past, for sure. Alas, work and softball are obligations that, for many serious and a few selfish reasons, I do not want to cancel on such short notice and she will be back home by Wednesday morning.

Tonight was softball again, finally, a Monday night without rain. Unfortunately, though I had much fun, we lost and then lost again. Really great pitching, not enough hitting or fielding. The other pitcher was really good too. Anyway, after 2 hours of sleep last night this second late night in a row does not do me much good and tomorrow night I will be pitching again, whether permitting, because another team picked me up and a major plus is it is a freebie because they are fully sponsored.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow - all smiles :)

Narf :)

Another Day (etc)

There must be a hundred or more entries in my well over one hundred blogs that share the title with this entry (except for the (etc) perhaps) but sometimes it's just like and and some thing are acceptable among friends and this entry is for friends (posterity is a friend too, in case it matters). So maybe I am going to return to the realty of positivity and belief in the worth of these babbles and in you (humanity and dear readers) and perhaps the illusion that we must keep in touch often so entries may start flowing like this again. Perhaps.

Slept well, woke a few times for the usual reasons. Eb is on his old computer playing an old game as usual (when he's home it's either on that computer which looks like it is from the 1980s, sleeping, or watching Star Trek on TV... occasionally a rented movie like this weekend his choice was Bad Santa 2, or Big Bang Theory but only because it comes on before Star Trek). Now it is time to shower and head out to a private museum tour at the Cornell Museum with a friend and her meetup group.

Life goes on and so it goes.

Thanks for being here.

Narf :

Out All Day

Yeah, so I finally heard the softball games may be starting and headed to the fields. The word was I had an hour, but when I got to the fields 30 minutes after the last text, they had already started the game. We lost the first, we won the second. Poor playing conditions, but still we played which s better than not playing. The heat was not bad and I was fine. Next came dinner. Delicious filet mignon and accessories. Helen made a good choice. Next came cards at Harpo's with the old gang. Nothing changed there, Sarducci announced he was really good at the game, hearts, as if there was no contest at the table... so I decided to win because his arrogance needed a take down. I won, he was really pissed blaming Harpo for not playing right (hearts is not a partner game, he just got beat and had to find an excuse) and saying he was not having fun. We played oh hell next and Harpo and I let him win by a few points just to send him home happy. It was a fun night.

So here I am, just getting back, and recording the day for posterity.

In case it matters.

Narf :)

Out All Night

At least that was sort of the plan. Out all day first to a lunch at maybe the best NY style deli in the area, then softball, then dinner, then something else until after midnight. That was the plan. So far, I woke up too late for the yummy lunch and the rains are threatening softball. I sit here typing when I should be getting to the fields, but no one can provide a clear answer to whether the games are on or not and the radar suggests storms. Dinner and something else is still on.

So how is your day turning out so far?

Narf :)

Just In Case

This might be the saddest google search I have ever seen. Just in case is matters. There are so many ways you could keep in touch. Or could have kept in touch. But a choice was made in your mind. You chose to avoid all of the many ways you could have kept in touch. You chose to not keep in touch. Inaction is a clear and present message.

Caring is a verb. When you don't do it, it does not happen.

Pretending does not change that fact.

Nor do good intentions.

Anyway, life, work, lots of little things, desk stuff, don't remember details just now, one of the four people in our division had a baby today, life goes on. Then softball, we won big. 24-4 (they stop it at a 20 run lead). I went 5 for 6 with a bunch of RBIs and my out was a sacrifice setting up two runners who scored. Pitched lights out except the inning I tried to give them runs and gave them 4. I hate completely shutting out a team. After softball nobody wanted to go to the usual hangout so I went to a local shrimp place and while not cheap, excellent food. Harpo joined me there, then we wandered the supermarket and had dessert and walked and talked and then I headed back here. Eb was just finishing watching a movie and went to bed. I saw a tweet from Jackson and mused over how she still reaches out to the world via regular Facebook posts and now regular tweets, but she stopped texting personal texts because it upset Brandy. Sad, really. Not healthy, but that's her choice. Then I came here.

Just in case it matters someday.

Narf.

Told You

So? I mean, So? Yeah, that's right... feeling peckish. I think. What does peckish mean, anyway? Anyway, I told you so, told ya told ya told ya. Maybe I mean immature. Lovingly taunting? Unconditionally trusting you get it or care enough to ask before taking offense or misunderstanding? In any case, the world is a fruitcake and some of us are the fruit and some of us are the nuts and some of us are the cake, but why do we have to make it so hard?

Anyway, as if it matters in case it matters, I am still here ever the optimistic fool as pessimistic as ever cheating death and sailing off into the sunset all by myself even though I don't wanna be sometimes, I think. Can you see the mist, ic? See, pti, get it? Wait, I'm not done. Can you see the mystic? Of course, I am an optimystic fool. You had to be there.

Another day, same juggle. Updating all the databases so the monitoring of safety can return to concrete forms in the county. Expanding communications bit by bit. Visiting a tree to see the damage and insure the crews clean it up safely. Celebrating a co-worker going on maternity leave, mourning with a co-worker who lost a family member, cheering a co-worker training a temp and welcoming the temp, learning how to deal with my boss a little better every day, visiting a citizen to satisfy a complaint/request, meeting a deputy sheriff to build the bridge between citizen and law enforcement. Twelve hour day, no problem.

Just in case you stop by to spend ten years catching up.

Narf :)

Meaningless Matters

Too bad meaninglessness doesn't cuz there is a whole lot of meaninglessness right here. I mean, not even a near death experience matters. No wonder I am eating canned meat and processed everything so much, as if anyone might understand the references and Billy Joel concerts where the first discussion of the day today. Along with many others. So many links could be here, but whatever. You missed it and maybe we'll put a package together for you someday. Luckily one person keeps my hope alive for humanity. Thank you J.

So work and then home and then food and the rain canceling softball and then tv and soon (or late) sleep. Rinse, lather, rinse, repeat. I'm having all this fun without you.

Still, every one of you who ever knew my love lives inside me.

And still... it turns me on.

Narf :)