It’s part of what I must do to slowly archive our records,
whittle down to those things truly vital to the company.
We’re moving to smaller digs. Same building, but the other side has a smaller office space. We’re cutting hours and we’ve already cut some employees. I’ll soon be cutting more employees. A handful of us with reduced hours will transfer over to the new office space. Files upon files of documents and data must be put into storage. I’m gathering bids for our warehouses full of used tools and equipment. I’m searching for others we can sell used office equipment to, and I’m handling the logistics of making sure that the services we need are smoothly transferred over to the new office. I’m involved up to my eyeballs in everything from having the new location’s carpets cleaned and walls painted to migrating data and phone/fax and internet services over to the smaller offices in the suite next door.
All the while, there are some hefty things going on in the ol’ personal life. To top it all off, there are still my own dental visits, my son’s coming eye surgery, and the knot-in-the-stomach feeling of that loss of balance that comes with the loss of somethings I was secure in.
Sunday evening, while making supper, I scalded my left hand. Second degree burns – according to the emergency room doctor. Years ago I worked for a company who was the sole distributer in the North East for a product called Water-Gel. It’s an amazing product. In any case, all of us in the company were given some sample packages and an emergency kit. All these years I’ve kept it, thankful that I never needed it – until Sunday. I remembered it and applied the product; which is in a pouch that contains the gauze which acts to bring the Water-Gel to the wound. (If you WEAR the stuff – which can be done by use of a Water-Gel blanket – you can walk through the fire, cradle a baby under it, and you’ll both walk out unscathed.(as long as the floor and walls hold up) You won’t even feel much of a temperature difference. After a burn, this remarkable stuff pulls the heat away and starts the healing immediately. I was told that using it when I did saved me from worse burns, and may even allow the wounds to heal more quickly. We would know in the next few days. Well, that was Sunday. This is Thursday. The healing is amazing. There are a couple of spots where the burn was more severe than the rest, but the pain is gone and there is only a bit of discoloration. Some of the skin on one of my knuckles cracked the night of the burn, and other areas where the burn was at its most severe are now a bit dry – kind of like a plastic, but the feeling is there, and it isn’t so bad. It took my hand out of service for a day, wrapped up like a mitten, but after that, I used sterile cotton gloves and the cream from the emergency room that they sent me home with. I’m nearly fine, and it’s less than a week.
I watch in sadness as some pressing family happenstances take a negative effect upon my grandsons. I know – deep down – that this too will pass and they will recover. But for now, it hurts to see their emotional struggle with the push-me;pull-you stuff that one side of the family leverages against another side via the children.
The political and legal system here is failing. There are distinct leanings toward socialism. History shows us that, eventually, Fascism comes from Socialism. There is less than little I can do to effect the outcome, and it leans on me. My hideaway place calls to me daily – a retreat from the errant ways of a foolish, pig-headed, greedy and near-sighted political system. Someone in that clique thinks in terms of “let them eat cake”, never understanding that this quote was not a noble thought, but one of greed and disgust of the people. Our defacto royalty is our politcos, and they paint the gay colored dress of doing what they do to be helpful and provide the “right thing” for the masses.
They are ALL part of the 2% – those of the populus who control 90% of the wealth. They exempt themselves from uncomfortable rules and laws, and they grant themselves pay raises above and beyond the call based upon money values. Then, they pay themselves with an ever increasing debt, by money that has not yet been printed; mortgaging the future of us all, but mostly of our youth. It is two degrees from anarchy and even closer to socialism than regular folks want to admit. In fact, we already have socialism in certain of our policies.
Texas talks of succession from the union. I’m considering becoming a Texan.
So – the weight of my small world leans upon me. I have allowed it, and contributed to it, and now, cannot escape it.
This is my release. This, and a site in a rural spot, more at home in the world of 1950 than of today. A place where not everyone had a phone, a tv, regular electric…
It’s a place where I am free to roam the rooms of my mind, and take up soft and loving silhouettes with a man, a soul mate; who, as the words imply, is cut from a similar cloth, and the differences are what accentuate and excite.
I can see how some can create a departure from reality with such a thing – and guard against the black dog that would inject his will at one’s weakest – closing the door into a hard but true reality in exchange for the comfort of that place, that time, that touch. Such things must be settled for in mind and upon occasion. But, ah, such possibilites call…