Here's a big Shout Out to the folks visiting from Cailtan's Blog, Miasma. Hers was the first blog I ever visited.
I had my yearly evaluation today, scored 491 out of a possible 500! We've talking raise here! I promptly took the rest of the day off.
Eyesight is better today. As long as I don't do too much computer work or reading, I'm ok.
My friend Dale is in Burbank, obstensively to pack up his stuff and haul it all back to his farm in South Carolina. Problem is now that he's back in California, he realizes how much he likes it there and now he doesn't want to come back! So now we've searching for someone to stay at Serendipity (name of his farm). Rent would be minimal...$250-$300. Person would have to take care of the animals (total of 7 dogs and cats). It get's awfully lonely out there...not much to do out in the country. No one to hang out with 'cept Farm folks. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I've met some of the neighbors...they're nice enough it's just I don't have a lot in common with them. Anyway, I'd do it myself but I have a wife and kids and a job and bills and stuff. I'd spend all my time playing guitar and writing songs and recording and doing my blog!
:: Tom 6:08 PM [+] ::
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:: Monday, January 26, 2004 ::
My eyesight is slightly better. It's the left one; that's the big problem...it wanders! And the right one is out of focus which adds to the problem. I tried to get this taken care of last June, went to an Opthomology clinic. They did $700 worth of testing (Thank you, Blue Cross/Ble Shield) and then sent me to a Neuro Opthomologist! He did another thousand dollars worth of stuff and came up with this kind of noncommittal daignosis..."Umm, if it doesn't get any better, come back and see me..." Well, it didn't get any better!
It has been threatening ice all day. It's in the trees.When the wind blows you can hear them sighing and groaning like old folks suffering under a burden. If it gets bad, the limbs break, like old folks do when they fall. The street lights illuminate icy branches reminding you of your 94 year old mother's hands, thin and silver-grey with age, uncut nails pointing as if you've done something wrong. You try to run, to escape but shadows of icy fingers skitter after you. It's the sound of crabs clawing across a wooden floor. "Please Momma, forgive me! I'm sorry I made fun of you, you and your old ways. And then you died and left me here. It's too late isn't it...your scorn haunts me. Go away! I hope you rot in Hell." Crack!!!! A limb breaks, a car skids out of control. "Take your hands off my heart," as you hurdle through space.
You awaken in a cold sweat, heart pounding, out of breath. You rise, gather a robe around your shoulders, and walk down the long hallway. Your feet on the old hardwood floor sends creaks before you. You open the door, the moonlight pours blue through the window onto her face. You lean down and touch her, your shocked that she''s warm. You give her a light kiss on the cheek. She startles and opens old yellowed eyes. "Who...Uh..." "It's OK. I'm your daughter. I'll take good care of you. Don't worry. Everything's OK." She smiles. For a moment you see a flicker of recognition. "Thank you, dear."