I’m still working my way back to blogging. I likely won’t be fully back until my work life is behind me, but I am getting past the shock of finding out just how right I was about management’s view of me. It’s been a week-and-a-half since I announced my intention to divorce them, and there has been nothing since the initial, “Oh, okay.”
It’s not unexpected. It’s not really even a surprise. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I’ve realized that I am going through my second divorce. And both times it’s been due to the perception that my cons swamp my pros (and my prose). What really stings is the sense of unfairness caused by so many others saying, “I don’t understand their thinking.”
Yeah, me either, but so it goes. Set it aside; I have some catching up to do.
It’s been an interesting day. I began by trying to catch up with a large backlog of new posts from bloggers I follow (“and miles to go before I sleep”). Welcomed some new (legitimate!) followers, subscribed to a few interesting new blogs, wrote some ungrammatical sentence fragments. More up my sleeve.
Did my taxes, stocked my larder. It’s sad. Every year I vow to get my taxes done by February (or, you know, maybe March). And every year it ends up down to the wire. I do seem to thrive on deadlines, if by “thriving” we mean ignoring them until the only hope of completion is a serious adrenaline “Oh, my god!” rush.
As a venty, spleeny aside, while doing my taxes (online), my print-to-PDF driver started throwing errors (of course it picks a crucial time for that—the Law of The Perverse Universe requires it). I bopped out to PDFforge to download a new driver, see if a reinstall knocked some sense into it.
Well, la de dah, first you download an installer (from CNET), and it wants to install all sorts of crap, toolbars and whatnot. No thanks, no thanks, no thanks. Just the driver please.
I thought I’d made my wishes clear, but suddenly the installer, without asking or signaling its intent, starts shutting my browser windows. Including my I’m doing my taxes here window! That’s all kinds of unacceptable.
So, CNET, meet my Fucking Rat Bastard list. FRB list, meet CNET. Unleash the hounds. I’ll be by to sweep up the bone fragments later.
The Twins should have played the Mets this afternoon (you never know, we might have won), but they were snowed out. Yes, snowed out. That’ll really throw some fuel on the “Wither Outdoor Baseball” arguments. Of course, once global warming really gets rolling, it’ll all be a moot point.
There is something very odd about watching a live ballgame—one you know is taking place not many miles away—while seeing snow outside. It’s even weirder watching them play ball in the snow, as they did Friday evening.
And, yes, least anyone get the wrong idea, this is part of global warming (which they now wisely call “climate change”). Overall, things are definitely, unquestionably, only an idiot could deny it, heating up. But it’s not like someone just cranked up the thermostat; it’s much more complex than that (the real world always is). The severe storms are all part of it, and that includes the odd breath of weird winter.
Of course any Minnesotan will tell you: snow in April? Perfectly normal. It’s the overall global warming (‘scuse me, climate change) that’s made us think May flowers now come in April. Minnesotans have always known snow is possible for months yet. Hence the saying, “When it snows after March, just let the three sisters do the shoveling.” (April, May & June; great snow clearing skills in those gals.)
But I’m rambling. I meant to do some catching up. If I natter on, I’ll end up having to catch up with catching up.
On the other hand, I’m feeling hugely unfocused. There’s another heavy week ahead, so I’m really feeling the pull of the couch and a good book.
And this “catching up” post sounded a lot better in my head than it’s turning out. What I had intended was to lament things I’d wanted to post in March, but just wasn’t up to it, and to mention some past open items, answers to questions I’d posed weeks and months ago. (Not that my readership has been clamoring for those answers.)
For example, back in February I wrote a post, titled Bisy Backson, and wrote, “Bonus points if you know the post’s title reference!” Only one friend, Robin, took a stab at it. A few posts later, I offered a huge visual clue.
It’s from one of A. A. Milne‘s classic Pooh stories. Specifically, it’s from The House at Pooh Corner, Chapter 5, In Which Rabbit Has a Busy Day, and We Learn What Christopher Robin Does in the Mornings. It’s the note that Christopher Robin leaves:
As I’ve commented before, it’s funny how things stick with you. But then I revere those Pooh books. (I still love reading those stories, and they just take me apart every single time.) Of all the fictional characters I’ve met, loved, wished they were real (or were glad they weren’t), there are two I identify with: Winnie the Pooh and Dr. Greg House.
But unlike House, Pooh is my guru, a bear of simple, pure mind, genuine to the core and utterly centered in his world. Benjamin Hoff was perfect in his choice of Pooh in his wonderful book, The Tao of Pooh. To be Pooh is my life’s goal, but sadly one that sometimes seems so very far off as to be unreachable.
But then we only grow when our reach exceeds our grasp, n’est-ce pas?
What bums me out is missing Einstein’s birthday last month. I intended to celebrate it with a series of articles about Special Relativity. I even built a spaceship to help illustrate very clearly how that whole time dilation thing works (it’s actually kind of simple once you understand how the pieces fit). Think how much fun you’ll have explaining Einstein’s Special Theory to your friends and relatives.
I also missed the Vernal Equinox, which is a shame. I’m not real big on holidays, especially those made up by greeting card companies. Astronomical events, however, do get my attention. Some cultures consider the Vernal Equinox to be the beginning of the year, a time of renewal and rebirth (current weather aside).
All in all, the real bottom line here is that I do have miles to go before I sleep, so I’m not going anywhere. Wait, that seems contradictory! Way to murder a metaphor, there Wyrd!
Let me leave you with this as I toodle off the couch. Frost‘s The Road Not Taken has always been a keynote of my life (along with Henley‘s Invictus, which I encountered and immediately took to early in life). But another work of his that twangs my heart-strings is Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.
Follow the link to read the whole poem. On this snowy evening, I leave you with the last verse:
Here’s a little musical bonus. Mark the lyrics; they’re apropos, touching and rather deep. It’s a beautiful tune!
(Have a honey-filled day!)