Lots of Little Nothings at All.

It’s a life of routine and enjoyment for now. We always wish there could be an eighth day to insert into the week, to fulfill our long-neglected requirements – correspondence, unpacking, physical exertion, social gatherings – but the requirements are slowly getting tasked out in good measure, and that’s the very important thing. To these elements I tip my hat and hope that books, boxes, muscles, and friends will be patient and consoled in the knowledge that my attention is ever-present and that I can’t wait to delve right in and revel once again.

This year, since my return, has blazingly ripped along, and while goals have been established and adhered to thusfar, every day of late has been a conscious decision to stop for a moment, breathe deeply, and definitively appreciate the NOW. Epicureanism and sybaritism are wonderful ideals, but detaching from the paved and well-trodden path of blind momentum is a great task with worthy rewards. A very small part of this is an experiment with a new online service called Yelp, which allows the public to create reviews for pretty much anything at all – bookstores, restaurants, open spaces, strip clubs – whatever you want. Looks like it’s only set up for the States at this time, but it’s a worthy project with a solid interface. If you trust me and any semblance of taste I proffer (hell, I wouldn’t – and I’m me), check back from time to time and see what’s been happening.

Now that the second wave of children have grown to be somewhat temporarily self-sufficient, my parents were able to venture into the City to kindly take me to a wee pre-birthday meal at Eos; the last time it was Centraal, when they traveled a few more miles for dinner than this time around. Funny how time and distances shrink when juxtaposed. Most of the conversation this night was about growing older, about days passing like roadside markers, and about clinging on to every one and enjoying it through and through. We were three different decades that evening, and yet for the first time, we were all in alignment. I feel fortunate enough to get this so early, but it’s never really early enough, is it?

And the path continues along, with bottles of wine slammed at the house owned by the head of the company for which I work, just a few blocks down from where we currently reside. We had talks of things to come, of the succession of ownership, and of near-future plans. It’s comfortable, intense, and fun, regardless of the stresses and time constraints. I have a good thing going, even if I don’t make the money I should be making. Everything is going according to plan, oddly enough, and I’ve officially been tapped for bigger things than this. It’s an honor, and I intend to make good on it if I can.

And then, after it’s established – as I promised I would, it’s back to live the other life I’ve wanted to lead. There’s more than this, of course, but it’s all talk until it happens, and I’m a hearty proponent of actions over words.

5 Responses to “Lots of Little Nothings at All.”

  1. hermiston Says:
    April 19th, 2005 at 3:54 pm

    the aroma of coffee and the sun moving round the way it does. If you look closely, for short enough, you can see that you've to put you mug aside and get back to it. Somewhere that eight day exists, it does, i know because ah've been looking for it. I think it got broken; it dropped and shattered into pieces, and you've to find bits of it here and there; under the bed, beside the kettle. I've hardly the perseverence to put humpty together again but better men do.
    How about that? you're feeling the goodness because you're valued, set apart. Nothing to do with the money you earn. If it was one or the other which would you go for anyway? Mibbe that's why decades dinna sit in yer way and why talk's fun and actions funner. How, despite seven days a week with no more or no less, you see more than one life to lead.
    Had haggis and Aberlour on the sixteenth. Changed Dylan's food to the 'Adult' Variety. Good to hear from you x

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    April 26th, 2005 at 12:19 am

    How, despite seven days a week with no more or no less, you see more than one life to lead.
    I swear to you that these are some of the wisest words ever yet spoken to me.
    You have a way of stripping down the cognitive barriers of life's heaping distractions and getting to the meat of the matter (or Quorn, as it were). I love this about you; it keeps me on my toes and thinking the right way. Stay rustic, stay enlightened, stay wonderful. As Steinbeck did, and you do presently.
    *looks under the sink for a piece of that elusive eighth day*
    Let me know if you find a piece; between the two of us, we might be able to put something together.

  3. Anonymous Says:
    April 20th, 2005 at 12:06 pm

    Happy Pre-B-Day!
    Glad to hear that you had a wonderful pre-birthday dinner with the fam! and that all else is falling into place.

  4. thistlelurid Says:
    April 21st, 2005 at 2:23 pm

    "a conscious decision to stop for a moment, breathe deeply, and definitively appreciate the NOW."
    not too different from "stop, drop and roll" yes? less of the burning skin smell though :*D
    …beaming at the thought of the pieces falling into their rightful places.

  5. FunkyPlaid Says:
    April 26th, 2005 at 12:22 am

    These pieces over here, they're a bit charred around the edges, and they need to be carefully placed into a familiar pattern that still looks like me in the mirror.
    Not an easy task, but I've always had a penchant for puzzles. As long as I don't look like Frankenhooker when it's done, I'll consider myself lucky.

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