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Lunch here now on the East Coast... rain looks to have been steady for the last couple of hours...
I can only hope that the tarpaper has protected the roof... not sure what we will have to do to the side wood to protect it from mold/decay... it's disheartening to say the least...
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Class is over, the "kids" are taking the exam, I am packing up. It looks like there's a clear spell at home, with a huge mother of blast behind it.
Hopefully, we'll dodge it. Not sure if the airport with have wireless... I'll check when I can...
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About two hours into the flight as I key this in. Window seat on the south side of the plane as we travel west... the window seat was so that I could sleep (have something to lean against), but I can't. There's a half moon in the sky above us and I can see its reflection in the water of a river that winds into a major city below us... I would think Pittsburgh, but I think we probably passed that an hour (or at least 30 min) ago. It's calming to see this natural object reflected in another natural object, as I stare at the expanse of man-made light. But even the city from this height looks like nature, the microscopic views of the human brain, the synapses stretching to each other and firing.
Oh, how do I wax all philosophical after the Bicardi and diet coke.
Hoping that will calm me so that I can sleep.
Calm me? Why would I need that, dear reader?
I called Lisa before boarding the plane to let her know status, and she told me that she had just gotten off the phone with Frank, who wants us to come by the house tomorrow. Why? Because we may need to return a door because it's been damaged. How, dear reader? Because it fell... because I LEFT IT IN A SPOT WHERE THE WIND BLEW THROUGH TODAY AND IT FELL.
WHAT THE FUCK?
Calm. Get that 36,000 foot zen back, Billy.
OK. So the door fell. Of course, when Lisa tells me this, I completely lose it. Raising my voice WAY above the acceptible level of a guy with a bluetooth at the airport. People turned, people stared. Fuck 'em. I was pissed. How the hell could this happen? We bust our ASS getting the door last Friday night so it could get installed, and by the FOLLOWING FRIDAY, it's still not installed? It hasn't been moved to an appropriate place? And we're at fault. Unfreakingbelievable.
One can understand why Lisa doesn't want to tell me stuff.
By the end of the call, I had sort of calmed down, and apologized for the outburst (she didn't deserve it... and quite frankly, I didn't want the folks around me to think I was psycho and risk spending what should have been a flight home sitting in some TSA office explaining that I wasn't really a guy willing to take down a 767 in some case of construction-rage). And just before we took off, I texted her that I was sorry and that I loved her.
But I was pissed.
So tomorrow, when we have NO time (between Kyle's game and the UCLA game), we'll go by the house, I suppose to pick up the door and take it back to get an exchange... of course, I'm not sure we can exchange it... and I really don't want to buy a new one... so I'm still pretty pissed about all this right now. I'm hoping this blogging will help and I'll be able to snooze... but I kind of doubt it.
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Home now. Drove through a heavy thunderstorm with big lightning strikes...
but that seems to have passed east and south of Hueneme. Lisa got a message from Dana. Fred wants to meet Monday.
Good.
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