November 29th, 2016
A lengthy and prolonged walk on a windy day. Yes that was the ticket. Lucy running downhill and UP, chewing on her goose poop. Breathing, deeply. Sounds pleasant and was. That noise you heard? Before in the middle of the day? That was, subsequent to my brain exploding. No matter where or what I did, there was the ongoing saga, of which you my dear and gentle readers were made aware of in great detail. The ongoing saga, of reservation systems, communications to Ontario, France and back. Patriot telephone and major internet servers claiming not one bit of responsibility, directed there from foreign lands. Accounting, the yearly stuff INACTIVE and motionless in its envelopes, no where near the shoe box, not done, aided and abetted with calls to suburbs of the big little city for clarification returned at night. Mattress moving, with the mayor informed it was still at the end of the drive.
I picked up and pushed on.
Propulsion, or the lack thereof, in what was hoped to the general direction of resolution, that simply was not. Changing email addresses, imploring understanding, to anyone who might be remotely interested. To everyone related to computers in my world, MORE phone calls, to almost the same list. There was a response, as a I climbed out of the bathtub, when asked why this could not have been done last week. “too busy” was the response. The only reason there was response was that I had girded my lions and roared, hailing, general managers and sales directors, for an email encore, thus emailed over heads. Lunch after accomplishing nothing but a bath and a dog walk, was belated in the afternoon.
The planets were stuck in a swirl similar to a drain in the bathtub taking all and sundry with it. Everyone spoken to in a kindred crunch. Hitchhiking microbes? Was it Pluto functioning at all? Mars? Perhaps, Venus was fighting with the moon, in any event or lack there of it seemed to be little movement of late of anything, let alone the start of something new. No control of my little space craft, sprinting a 1000 miles above the planet with no direction, and no fuel for forward motion. Rudderless, not having one clue left in what direction to push with anything on board.
My declined credit card guest called just after boot camp, to confirm that he had not informed the company he was leaving the country. Cheque is the U.S. mail service. The accountant left a message.
Lucy this morning, the not a morning dog, was up to go out for a drink in the back yard. Too late for the alarm, I stumbled to the kettle and Then then then, I awoke with a notice in my inbox. A reservation, for 2017 at 2016 rates, but the bowels of the universe moved.
Hallelujah. Thus, hope the prospect, that things may have turned a corner into it is predicted today 20 cm of snow. The technology keeps moving forward, which makes it easier for the artists to tell their stories and paint the pictures they want. George Lucas, Moi and Lucy P