We had such a busy hectic day yesterday that Jerry thought I should blog about it, As I tried to get a handle on some details I realized my side-track details might be more illuminating.
To begin with, Jerry used to get up at five in the morning so he could get to work an hour early. He loved his job, which was high pressure and full of people taking him off in a lot of directions. Since the mill shut down in 2002, life has slowed down to a crawl. He says he likes it, but then there comes a day like yesterday, and he loved it.
What happened? Everyday things that used to fill his life when he worked. Having coffee with friends, going out to lunch, dealing with the cable company.
Dealing with a cable company sounds like hell to me, but Jerry was used to dealing with customer complaints. He once had to fly to Thailand where he was a virtual prisoner at the company's compound while he worked out why things were working correctly. The cable company was just candy in Jerry's delicious day.
Also, his new computer arrived late in the afternoon while I was still frantically searching for lost car keys, but he didn't have time to set it up because we had company for dinner. Who knows what else he did when I had to go off in a different direction.
But details of a busy day don't make as interesting a blog as say, sun tea. You put tea bags in a jar of water, let it sit in the sun until the water is brown, and pretend it is tea. I guess with enough sugar, nobody complains.
One other thing crossed my mind. Jerry has a curious idea that I don't have anything to do. Often he will send me off on a errand that I later found out didn't matter at all, but he thought I would appreciate the diversion.
Looking over the long list of things we did yesterday, a topic worth developing doesn't pop out. A touchy political topic came up over lunch that resulted in some ruffled feathers and a little longer than brief silence, but since several people have requested that I please, please, I beg of you, don't write about politics, I'll leave it alone.
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