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The beauty of nothingness
May. 12th, 2001 01:55 am(composed at the PA Welcome Center, northbound I-81, 5/8/01)
Looking for work is kinda blah, especially when it's hard to get enthusiastic about it. Or when there's other stuff I need to do, stuff that can only be done with the spare time now available. When I was originally laid off, I thought I'd be back in the saddle in a week or two. Nope. Now on my fourth week. If I have to ride this out to the end, so be it.
Such as it were, I've begun the arduous task of cleaning my room. It needs done. It's been attempted several times before, and will probably stall out like the others. For as far as I've gotten, I've come away with a little better understanding of myself and how coral reefs work. One layer stripped away to reveal another.
Weather's been yucky for a few days. Too cloudy. But when it brightens again, it'll be harder to stay inside to do what needs done. Regardless, I can't stay inside all day. Going outside does wonders, rain or shine.
On Sunday, after seeing Dave the last time before he goes to Japan, Eric and I stopped at a local anime shop. I know the owner, and I told him of my inheritance of spare time. He then suggested that I go with him to various anime conventions. My skills as an electronics technician are in less demand than my spare time for other things.
Hey, I could become a truck driver. Just a thought.
(Caledonia, 5/9/01)
All I can smell is sawdust, so I hope that coming here will help. Working on a specialized elevated CD storage shelf. Yeah, I can get one of those rack type things, but they start at the floor. No good. So I spent much of my day sawing and sanding, getting my neck sunburnt in the process. Woo! First sunburn of the year!
The skies are clear again, thankfully. I enjoy these times of serenity when I can. Never know when the next storm will come up. I suppose the same can be said about me. When I think about the past and some of the rough times I've been through, it makes the peace all the more enjoyable. But there's no telling when my next tough time is. Perhaps, I'll fall head over heels for a girl that barely knows I exist. Cliche, but it has happened. At least I better be able to handle that, now that I'm several years older and with a couple more bolts keeping my head on. Oh well. Problems arise, and solutions as well. Sometimes immediately, sometimes only after time. Some easily, and others only after great effort. The end result is the same, and life goes on. My only real plan with going through life is to keep my head held high, my sight clear, and my feet moving. That's the only way I get through those tough spots.
As calm as this place is, I can still hear some of the noisier traffic on the main road nearby. The sounds of a slow and gentle stream, and of passing trucks.
(PA Welcome Center)
Funny dream last night. Dreamt I went to a mall, and was chased around by a sandwich maker/detective. Of course, I escaped. It was also one of those rare dreams that ended before I woke up, making it all the better.
Nothing like putting stuff in the basement to ensure that I'll eventually throw it away. Cardboard does not fare well on bare earth. Mother Nature isn't sentimental like people are. Stuff I thought I was going to keep is now in the trash. There's a freedom in tossing stuff, the dependence of the item is also lost. No need to worry about it anymore. Not even kicking it around. It's out of the way. Yeah, there's some stuff I could stand to lose. I have envy for the non-sentimental types. If something gets in the way, it's gone. Nothing to hold them down, keeping them from moving on. No attachments to a particular place or thing. When the need to move arises, they can do so. Must be nice.
Looking for work is kinda blah, especially when it's hard to get enthusiastic about it. Or when there's other stuff I need to do, stuff that can only be done with the spare time now available. When I was originally laid off, I thought I'd be back in the saddle in a week or two. Nope. Now on my fourth week. If I have to ride this out to the end, so be it.
Such as it were, I've begun the arduous task of cleaning my room. It needs done. It's been attempted several times before, and will probably stall out like the others. For as far as I've gotten, I've come away with a little better understanding of myself and how coral reefs work. One layer stripped away to reveal another.
Weather's been yucky for a few days. Too cloudy. But when it brightens again, it'll be harder to stay inside to do what needs done. Regardless, I can't stay inside all day. Going outside does wonders, rain or shine.
On Sunday, after seeing Dave the last time before he goes to Japan, Eric and I stopped at a local anime shop. I know the owner, and I told him of my inheritance of spare time. He then suggested that I go with him to various anime conventions. My skills as an electronics technician are in less demand than my spare time for other things.
Hey, I could become a truck driver. Just a thought.
(Caledonia, 5/9/01)
All I can smell is sawdust, so I hope that coming here will help. Working on a specialized elevated CD storage shelf. Yeah, I can get one of those rack type things, but they start at the floor. No good. So I spent much of my day sawing and sanding, getting my neck sunburnt in the process. Woo! First sunburn of the year!
The skies are clear again, thankfully. I enjoy these times of serenity when I can. Never know when the next storm will come up. I suppose the same can be said about me. When I think about the past and some of the rough times I've been through, it makes the peace all the more enjoyable. But there's no telling when my next tough time is. Perhaps, I'll fall head over heels for a girl that barely knows I exist. Cliche, but it has happened. At least I better be able to handle that, now that I'm several years older and with a couple more bolts keeping my head on. Oh well. Problems arise, and solutions as well. Sometimes immediately, sometimes only after time. Some easily, and others only after great effort. The end result is the same, and life goes on. My only real plan with going through life is to keep my head held high, my sight clear, and my feet moving. That's the only way I get through those tough spots.
As calm as this place is, I can still hear some of the noisier traffic on the main road nearby. The sounds of a slow and gentle stream, and of passing trucks.
(PA Welcome Center)
Funny dream last night. Dreamt I went to a mall, and was chased around by a sandwich maker/detective. Of course, I escaped. It was also one of those rare dreams that ended before I woke up, making it all the better.
Nothing like putting stuff in the basement to ensure that I'll eventually throw it away. Cardboard does not fare well on bare earth. Mother Nature isn't sentimental like people are. Stuff I thought I was going to keep is now in the trash. There's a freedom in tossing stuff, the dependence of the item is also lost. No need to worry about it anymore. Not even kicking it around. It's out of the way. Yeah, there's some stuff I could stand to lose. I have envy for the non-sentimental types. If something gets in the way, it's gone. Nothing to hold them down, keeping them from moving on. No attachments to a particular place or thing. When the need to move arises, they can do so. Must be nice.
