I would write that I continue to bask in the glow of my kid's visit last week.
But "bask in the glow" is a cliche, and I've been taught not to do that in print or in thought.
Plus, I don't really glow. I'm old. I'm fat. I pretty much just schvitz.
My return to a full week of work greeted me with a series of problems and crises that were neither, really. Just hurdles I have to over come.
And one of the more daunting hurdles I have left. Renting a truck to drive to Indiana to get my stuff and then jam my new place with all the old stuff I've stored for a couple years. I'm pretty sure George Carlin did a bit on this.
I have promised to myself to do it, not this weekend but next -- no matter what.
I need my cooking equipment and most of my books. As my kid has noted, I don't need -- NEED -- many of my books. For instance, anything by Martin Buber. Poor kid. Any of his thoughts were lost during a particularly harsh high school because of unfortunate nicknames. (For the record, I would have been the president of the Martin Buber Nickname Club. It's what I do.)
I'm going to do it, damnit.
One of the bigger hurdles I've had to jump, frankly.
But I trust my colleagues to get out the newspaper and the various magazines and, at a weekly, get the lawn mowed and the front door painted and so on. Last week, we found a partially eaten dead fawn behind the building. Through fastidious research, I can claim it was not anyone in the building who did this.
My jokes about fawn McNuggets were not appreciated. HR has been alerted.
I will alert friends along the route about potential meetings.
And I will seek out any emotional support you might offer.
As for what I can offer: Some Martin Buber books and a list of jokes.
Peace and Buber unto all of you my brothers and sisters.
Nary is there a time when I can drive by one of those ubiquitous rental storage units\complexes when that George Carlin bit doesn't automatically pop into my head.... long been one of my favorites from his earlier "stuff" that and the bit about people dialing wrong numbers.ReplyDelete
Not gonna lie... I've been kind of a Buber fan over the years.
And hey... "Fawn McNuggets"... that stuff is gold!
As always, nothin but gratitude Rich,
Keep 'keepin it on'