Stressed

I’m stressed out. I’m so stressed out that I took a 5 mile bike ride tonight just to clear my head, if was a bit warmer and I wasn’t sick, I probably would have enjoyed it more but it was a bit of a help.

Work has just been going like crazy lately, but it’s not the good kind of crazy. I’ve got to go to Ohio tomorrow so I’ll have some peace once I get on the road maybe. Then Thursday it’s right back to the grind.

I planted some carrots and cilantro in the garden here at The Green last night, those both should be ready to harvest by Memorial Day or even a little before maybe. I’m ready to plant other stuff, but its still early yet.

I’m trying to find some new music, I’ve tired “what’s hot” on all the lists lately, Vampire Weekend, Owl City, etc. Not my thing really, basically all of their songs sound just like the last one. My music is just getting a bit old, I want a refresh. The summer of ’95 was magical for music, Morrisette, Oasis, Green Day, Weezer all came into my consciousness. I need another summer like that one where I can load up on music for another 15 years of enjoyment.

I’m still sick, I can’t seem to shake the head cold I’ve had over a week now. Maybe I just need more rest.

Work is done, relaxing has begun!

Got off work early enough today to get a ton of stuff done outside The Green. The gutters are cleaned, the yard is free of leaves and all is well with the world I think.

We had chili and I tried livening it up a bit with some beef chuck roast instead of just the usual hamburger, I think it came out pretty good really.

Tonight we’re just chillin’ and watching some movies, tomorrow its off to the Fort Wayne Komets game and who knows what else.

Peace, it makes life worth living again.

I salute you, those who gave, so that we might have

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918).

Today is Veteran’s Day, formerly Armistice Day. The end of World War I, the Great War was ended on the “11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.” The end of the war signified, however incorrectly, that a great peace was to fall over the world.

Of course we all know that wasn’t the case, World War II was shortly behind and a countless number of conflicts, police actions, peacekeeping missions, and  other military involvements were soon to follow, right up to today.

No matter which side of the issue you stand upon, those who wish for peace or those who lust for war to solve the world’s problems, I urge you to take a moment today to thank those who have made the sacrifice so that you can have that choice. Millions have given their lives or sacrificed in some other way to give us the opportunity to do essentially what we want when we want. Make the effort today to remember those who gave, those who served and those who are still serving at posts all over the globe. It’s a small thing you can do to honor those who gave so much.

Beautiful Silence…The Network is Down!

The phones have been down here at work for the last 2 days. They  went out around 10am yesterday and didn’t come up until after 11am today. The new highway work they are doing led to a “network issue” wherein they cut the main phone line for our business park rendering approximately 20 businesses entirely impotent. We rely on email, fax, and phone calls to do everything in our business, without it, we’re dead in the water.

How can you plan for this? We were using iPhones to check some critcal email accounts. But faxing? How can you back this up without email? How can you provide alternatives to email when most of the organization is not on smart phones or laptops? We used our cells to communicate with key customers about the issue, but still I’m sure something got dropped along the way. I’d really be interested in any thoughts you might have out there…

I enjoyed the peace of no phones ringing though, unfortunately ringing phones provide money for us and in turn a job for me.

The tube is off!

After the game tonight I left my grandparents’ house and headed home as usual. I needed to stop off to get some bleach and laundry soap at Meijer, because it was on sale and I hate going to Walmart on any evening. Nothing unusual yet.

I put my headphones on and turned up the iPhone and headed into the store. A little podcast listening while I walked the store was amazing! I didn’t hear the annoying overhead loud speaker asking so-and-so to call such-and-such. Just my podcasts and a little music. I headed up to check out and took out the earbuds long enough to pay. No one said anything and I didn’t notice any weird looks really.  After I paid, I drove home to the sounds of the new Starbucks Free iTunes songs. Not bad really.

Once I got home and had everything put away, I cleaned the bathtub quickly with my newly purchased Comet. A little bleach in the toilet and a quick scrub finished off the chores for the evening.

Now it was “my time.” I could do what I normally do and turn on the TV and just sit here numb and watch whatever the Tivo caught over the last few hours or I could do what I’ve been really meaning to do and start reading again. Books. Not blogs, not weird websites, not Wikipedia. Books. With pages. I went through my bookshelf the other day and moved all the books I own but haven’t read to one side of one shelf. There are about 12 that need to be taken care of. Some fiction, mostly non-fiction. I also realized that I ordered 3 books last week that were going to have to be read. I find that I keep buying books and never read them. Gotta change that, I’m going to start reading again. Books. Tonight I read about 50 pages in a book I’ve been working on for months about the origins of Freemasonry. Its dry admittedly, but I started it, made it 100 pages in and now I am going to finish it. I’ll probably try to alternate between fiction and non-fiction, much like I do with Netflix, a documentary, an Office disc, then some random movie, and back around again.

Changing my choices like that keeps it fresh for me. Sometimes I can be analytical considering the consequences of the actual decisions of others, and other times I can let my imagination run wild, thinking of what the characters and scenes actually look like and hearing them saying their lines.

As usual I’m changing things in life for the sake of change mostly. But honestly I haven’t even wanted to turn the TV on tonight and it’s been kind of nice just sitting here in the quiet calm of the late fall evening, just me and my thoughts. Peace, of the mind and of the world, is greatly under appreciated.

History repeats over and over again

Let us call a truce to terror. Let us invoke the blessings of peace. And as we build an international capacity to keep peace, let us join in dismantling the national capacity to wage war.
John F. Kennedy – September 25, 1961 addressing the UN General Assembly

The eye of the storm

Routine. I’m beginning to hate it. I just finished The Perks of Being a Wallflower. at the end it was kind of weird, I just closed the book and sat for a minute, thumbing the pages. There was a quiet, a good quiet. Peace, that’s the only word I can think of right now. Sure there are people walking around me, there are machines making noise, but right now it’s quiet for me. I really like that.
I’m kind of hiding out today trying to study a bit. I bombed my test, bad. I’ve got another one on Thursday and I must do well or I’m totally screwed. This is the one class that I can’t afford to do poorly in, I need it as a prereq for everything else I have left to take before graduation.
I need more peace. I need more quiet times. So much of my days are spent in “noisy” environments, everyone fighting to get a word in. Everyone fighting. I’m tired of it. I miss the old days.