Wednesday, November 30, 2016

2016-11-30

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Dear Gennifer,

I was riding home on the subway, it wasn't too crowded so I was able to get a seat, and I remember thinking: today was a good day.

This morning, before work, I was able to finish a small project that I had put of the night before and was still able to leave the house on time. When I got into work, I took a quick look at the news online and read a story about a local multi million dollar business that was started by two brothers whose mother had a tradition of when they were sitting at the dinner table, of having them tell something good that happened to them that day.

It reminded me that I should focus more on the good than on what might not be so good. I think for most people it is easy to almost forget about the good. The good is a gift, it requires no thought to receive it but when you receive the not-so-good, you want to change it, or deal with it or get rid of it so you tend to focus on it when a lot of the time, you can just accept it and then simply move on, without wasting any energy on it. I need to do more of that instead of cultivating bad thoughts.

I was able to get through some paperwork and even solve a couple last minute problems. The phone seemed to ring constantly and even though five other people can pick up that phone line, they seemed more than willing to let me pick up the calls. Sometimes, it bothers me that they don't pick up the calls but I like to think at least they get somewhat educated when they hear me on the phone. I have been there the longest, so there is not much I haven't heard before.

I often catch my coworkers using my phrases when dealing with other people.

I am kind of awesome.

I had to have the big boss sign something yesterday and usually I will just leave it in her inbox but sometimes she will sign it right away if she is there and when I walked it with it, that is what she did . I said, "it just the same as last year" as she held out her hand.

A lot of the stuff I deal with is just repeated from year to year.

I watched as she signed it and after she wrote her first name she said, "Everyone was saying what a great help you were over the weekend," which catch me off guard because I had forgotten that some events took place over the weekend. I said, "Well, thank you. I try my best but it is not just me, it's Donnie and Mike and the Sign Shop. And thanks for your support, that helps a lot." It was a little bit gratuitous but it was also true. I am pretty much left alone, I am allowed to make decisions on my own and I don't screw too many things up.

I believe that you should do good work just for your own benefit but it is also nice to hear it from your boss's boss.

I have some cooking to do but I baked two loaves of bread yesterday, so I feel that I am ahead of the game.

It was nice hearing from you earlier.

I hope that your day went well too.

Love,
Timothy

Thursday, July 21, 2016

I shut that one off too.

By chance I ended up reading some blogs. I used to read a few blogs. I used to write a blog.

The writers who write to clear some head space are the ones that can still tell a story.

"You should open a bakery."

"You should start a design company"

"You should sell your belts"

I think once you take money for your "art" it changes you. Or more precisely, once you do you art for the money, it changes your art.

I much rather keep my home baked loaves of ciabatta bread special.

...

I have the day off from work.

I have no real plans.

I first alarm went off like it always does so I shut it off and waited for the second alarm to shut that one off too.

I think I will fry an egg.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

He was always there in the corner

It has been in the house for over thirteen years. I know that because my oldest niece is 13 and the turtle was around before her.

My friend wanted to get rid of it. She had bought it for a couple dollars on the streets of New York. It was cute and small, about the size of a silver dollar. She gave it to her kids and it was named Money.

Money grew bigger and unwanted, I took him.

He would splash around every time the cats were feed because he knew he would be fed as well.

Last year when I went camping, I took him with me.


I just gave Money away. He has been gone for five hours and the house is different without him.


Nobody can tell a story anymore

Nobody can tell a story anymore.

Well not actually nobody, just nobody that writes for tv.

There was actually a story to go with those photos but then the phone ran.

It wasn't a great story but there are bee lavea in those tubes and in some of those photos, you can see a bee.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

The Work is Paper

Mostly a piece of paper comes in, and from that paper I generate other papers and then I send those papers away.

My papers are slightly powerful. My papers get people to do things. My papers make things happen.

But I don't get to really see those things happen. I just see paper and sometimes I wonder what the point of it all is.

First World problems.

Which is why I like chopping wood.


Monday, January 25, 2016

That is my crutch

The bar was crowded, just one available seat in the corner. It is not my favorite seat.
The guy sitting next to the empty seat was a stranger to me, unlike the four guys sitting next to him.
I asked the guy if I could sit in the chair next to him. Before he could answer the bartender already had my drink in front of the chair.
He said, "That's my crutch," as he pointed at a crutch next to me leaning against the wall.
I pointed at my pint glass and said, "This is my crutch." 

It would have been a more cleaver statement if there was something other than ginger ale in the glass.

Monday, September 28, 2015

The Green Mountain State


I was there for eight days and then for nine.

Both times I wrote.


There is still no electricity and still no cellphone service.

Both times the world continued just fine without me.


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Ray-Ban it is

It had been over a year since I sat in her chair. She said that there had been some changes. She said it was most likely age related.

She also said that my coronas were starting to yellow and that most likely sometime in the distant future I would need cataract surgery. She said it was most likely caused by exposure to the sun and it is not uncommon for people with light colored eyes.

So I am wearing my Ray-Bans more.

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

Call your mom. I want to kiss her.

I was angry. I had been angry for days. I had plans for revenge. But the thing of it is: I didn't know exactly who I was made at, I knew the guy causing the problem but I didn't know if he was just the messenger or there was someone else involved.

It is very frustrating having plans for revenge and then having to shelf them.

I figured that I would quench my anger with lunch and beer and headed down to my spot. I don't go to that spot much anymore during the day.

I was greeted warmly. I always like to be greeted by name and a smile because it makes me look like a big shot even if it is only in front of a bunch of other losers.

I chose a corner seat. There was a regular to my right and someone I didn't know to his right. The guy I didn't know was a little off his rocker. He was stoat, wore a woolen hat and a large scab on the side of his face. He said he was fifty years old. After awhile he told me his name was John. He had a VA card as I.D..

John told me Cuba is full of devil worshipers and they are all cannibals. I said, 'Surely not everyone in Cuba is a cannibal. There are some nice people in Cuba."

"No. They are all cannibals."

"They can't be all cannibals because then none of them would be left."

"No. They are smart about it and choose the ones to eat and Obama wants to bring them here and also give then food and stuff."

"Well, maybe if they get good food then they don't have to eat each other."

People at the bar laughed after I said that which caused me almost to laugh but there are two things I know: do not laugh at a crazy person and do not laugh at a drunk which also mean do not laugh at a crazy drunk.

He ended up taking to the bartender who is an attractive 21 year old women. He asked her if she had a mother, then he asked her to call her mom and ask her if he could kiss her.

"You want to kiss my mom?"

"Yes."

"I don't think she would like that."

I did't think she would like it either.

He was asked to leave after the third time he asked if they watered down the booze.

When he walked out, the bartender and the manager both looked at me with judgement.

I said, 'Surely, you get crazy people in here even when I don't show up."

"Yeah, I guess we do but when you are here they always seem to sit near you."

...

There are reasons that I talk to crazy people at the bar. One reason is that it distracts them from talking to the bartender. I go there to take a break from my day, so I figure that while I am there I will try to give the bartenders a break from part of their day. Another reason is that you can better gauge the sanity and sobriety of someone when they are talking. My conversations have gotten a lot of people shut off.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Waiting



I will look out the window waiting for a change. The change isn't happening as quickly as I would hope.

I look at the window watching a blizzard; at the moment it is a small. I am told that it will last for more that 24 hours and deliver over two feet of snow.

The mayor has told people not to go into work The governor has told people not to go into work. But I will need will go into work.

Public transportation will not be working. 

By the time I will need to leave there is predicted to be over a foot of snow, snow I will need to remove before I leave because by the time I return there will be a foot more.

At the moment there is barely any snow that hasn't been on the ground since two days before. There is nothing to do but wait.

Monday, July 07, 2014

Running

I was in the bathroom and heard water running. The laundry room is right above the bathroom and the washing machine was running so I didn't think much of it.

An hour or two later, I was in the bathroom and I still heard the water running but there was another load of laundry being done only thins time when I figured that it was the washing machine, I heard a voice ask, "Then how come you have never heard that before. You have been in the bathroom lots of time with the washing machine going."

And that is when I said, "Fuck."

I went to the basement, which wasn't too flooded but there was certainly water gushing from a place that it should have been gushing from.

I did a quick inventory of what I had in the house for fixing leaking water pipes, the pipe in question was a 3/4 inch copper pipe that for some reason was hooked up to an iron pipe. I worried that I didn't have any copper caps left but I knew that I had a value that would fit.

I shut the water off to the whole house.

While I was looking for the value, I found one last 3/4 inch cap, which I almost kissed.

With the water off, I got a better look at it and damned if I knew where that iron pipe went but it was full of corrosion. I cut the union off from the copper pipe and soldiered on the cap and then turned the water back on.

The cap held and the leak was fixed but then I heard a drip.

Drips after a leak are not uncommon because everything is still wet and wet stuff drips but then it dripped again, and this time I saw it. It dripped right from the middle of a corroding piece of copper pipe that I knew dripped from time to time but I just never fixed it because if I had fixed that one piece, I would have to fix a lot of other pieces that were also corroding or just no longer went anywhere or made so many junctions that it was just ridiculous.

I watched it drip again and decided that it could wait until the next day.

The next day, I looked through my plumbing supplies and I felt that I had enough copper pipe (about 30'), and copper t-joints & connectors and flux but that I needed some elbows and solder.

The area connects a bathroom which has five pipes leading into it and feeds the second floor & third floors and the front of the house where the kitchen and in-law apartment are located, so there are four sets of hot and cold lines and then another cold line for the toilet, all meeting under and around the main sewer line.

It took about six hours to get the cold water back on and then another two for the hot water. I wanted the cold water first so that the toilets could be flushed. And I put some shut off valves in locations that made sense so if anyone every has to work in that area again they can shut off just the section that needs work and not ninety percent of the house.

I was nine inches short on copper pipe, which I could have reused from a cut out piece but I went and bought new copper pipe just so everything would be new.


Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Hey Blog. How are you?

I still have a lot to do but I am having trouble doing it.

It is not because the tasks are hard but because I have lost interest.

I cannot seem to will myself to do it.

It will probably cause me to be up longer than I need to be.

Suck it up, Buttercup.

Monday, December 23, 2013

The Math Doesn't Work


"Sometimes I love you more but I never love you less."