November 17th, 2011

in the soup

Riding the White Knuckle Express again

Got an event I've set in motion for this weekend. Promises have been made, schedules announced. This morning, I just found out the person I thought had volunteered to help with that event didn't have that impression at all. Oh dear me, no. *sigh* The Band really nailed it when they sang,
Pulled into Nazareth, was a feeling 'bout half past dead
Just need a place where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me, where a man might find a bed?
He just grinned and shook my hand, "No" was all he said.
The world is full of grinning hand-shakers who won't be there when you need them. I know this; I don't know why it continues to surprise me when it happens. As Super Chicken used to say, "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it, Fred." Except it's not dangerous so much as just discouraging.

Still, I can't let myself stay in that place. There's too much to do. I remind myself of an old poster Deanne used to have in her dorm room back when we were dating that said, "God, striking wet matches in the dark, finally finds one that lights." God does not get discouraged, no matter how often we disappoint him. He keeps trying. And eventually, he finds someone who responds. May that someone be me, Lord. (And help me find some more, so I won't go crazy.)
round tuit

Okay, then

"Such predicaments. I must forge ahead."
-- T-Bone, Existential Blues

Deanne and I went out to eat lunch and I tanked up on protein, which helped me a lot. I then went out to run some errands, and no longer feel behindhand on several things related thereto. I intend to stay home this evening and get a bunch of e-mailing, telephone calling, and other bureaucracy done. This will allow me to escape about dawn and head for the woods for the day (Friday).

I wouldn't say I'm in control of things (who is ever really in control of things?), but I'm not being smacked with two-by-fours from either side any more. The ship is under way, and we are making steady progress, however slowly.
compass rose

Here beginneth today's rant

GPS is more trouble than it's worth. Shoot, I rarely even use a compass, and at least those don't need some vershlugginer website that won't load no matter what bricky-bracky browser you're using just in order to update the silly things. For that matter, compasses never need updating. Howzat, huh? Compasses are so simple to use, you can memorize all the procedures beforehand. Get yourself a map, and the world is your oyster. But GPS? They can tell you direction and distance to your objective, but that's about it. And trying to follow one is utterly frustrating, as satellites cavort in space and volley your signal back and forth like a ping pong ball in a washing machine. Phooey.