Springtime

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/03/29 by Robert Leu

The calendar may say spring, but there’s nothing in bloom around here yet. Mostly because Mother Nature is running a bit behind. The weather has turned frigid once again, and underneath the layers of either clothing or blankets is where you must retreat if you wish to find heat.

The sun is hanging later in the sky, which means that as I sit here at my workstation I have to keep my head hunched down or risk blindness. I suppose I could shut up and just wait it out, but what’s the point of having an Internet soapbox if you’re not going to grouse from atop it every once in a while?

My wayward little brother is back in the hands of the military once again, after a week or so of learning to be a civilian once again. It was absolute madness, followed by maddening silence after his departure once Mom and I realized how empty the home is without him. The communication with him will probably be a little less frequent, the UPS driver will be making a few less stops on the stoop, and there will be no one to try and block the door as I come home around midnight. As long as he comes back with ten fingers, ten toes, and his brain still contained in the factory packaging I’ll be fine. Eh, who am I kidding? I’m gonna be a nervous wreck. This planet’s full of idiots and weaponry. Have you looked around lately!?

But enough about my nerves. At least that gigantic television that didn’t work as expected is finally out of the house and stowed away until the time comes to set it out on the curb. Unless someone wants to tinker with it and take it off my hands. Arrangements can be made, as long as you can haul it yourself.

My creative endeavors have once again taken a back seat to life, the universe, and everything else. No writing, no recording, not even a stay doodle on a napkin. I know that if something is important enough that you should be able to make time for it, but I’ve never been good at that sort of thing. It’s always been grind away at the grindstone and get the adult things out of the way before the fun can begin. I’ve never secured the balance that so many others seem to be able to do. Maybe someday, or maybe I’ll just collapse inside the office with nothing done. Certainly hope it doesn’t end that way; what a terrible ending to anything that would be.

Alone Time

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/03/09 by Robert Leu

It’s always nice to have a little bit of time to yourself. Which is the great thing about Sunday nights here at work. You get bucketfuls of it.

The last couple of wells have certainly has their ups and downs. The weather has finally taken a turn for the warm and the mountains of snow are disappearing at a pretty good clip. Too bad the thaw couldn’t have started about a week and a half ago; the day my car’s exhaust tried to do the splits as I was driving down the road. Boy that was a loud six block drive back to the house. And an even louder drive to the muffler shop the following day. I drove as carefully as I could, knowing that the wire hanger patch job I’d put together would barely hold up. Naturally, it didn’t hold at all. Which turned what was to be a $21.50 reattachment into a $35 replacement. Thankfully the guy who runs the shop is a reasonable human being who doesn’t charge an arm and a leg for the labor. If you need proof of what I’m saying, drop by sometime and count the number of wire hangers on his shop floor. Guy probably makes a mint by way of recycling.

It was a miracle I even got in as fast as I did; when I made the initial appointment, I was told I’d have to wait over a week just to get it looked at. But that’s not even the best news I’ve had lately; my little brother is coming home for a visit! It’s been quite a long ship deployment for a guy who hasn’t been in anything deeper than a backyard pond during his youth. Here’s hoping my mother’s care packages and my thumb drive full of videos have managed to keep him same during those words at sea. Only time will tell… until I can personality evaluate him.

Just filed my annual paperwork. It’s taken five years, but I finally have two weeks paid vacation to call my own. I also have to schedule time off next month for my class reunion. Fifteen years since I waked out of my high school for the last time as a student, and about a week since the last time I dreamed I was the world’s oldest freshman. The dreams themselves don’t bug me; just the prospect of being back in school like in some Adam Sandler comedy from the mid 1990s, only without the prospect of a romantic interest waiting for me after my second graduation.

A Certain Lateness To My Posts

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on 2015/02/15 by Robert Leu

If it seems like I’ve been posting a lot of stuff late at night, it’s because I am. I’m writing a lot during working hours, but unable to upload until I get back home.

On the plus side, at least I’m writing regularly again.

A Chill In The Air

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/02/15 by Robert Leu

The chilliest night of the year so far is just getting underway, to be followed by the chilliest day of the year so far. The closer you are to Lake Erie, the less likely that you’ll see a high temperature above 0° Fahrenheit. Here in Napoleon, we should hit 2° Fahrenheit, if we’re lucky. And if we’re lucky, our everything won’t end up frozen to our everything else.

Got a phone call yesterday from my little brother. Didn’t last very long, sadly. Wherever he was, the cellular reception was cutting in and out; I only managed to get a few seconds out of him before the line cite out completely. Nice to hear his voice again after so many months. Soon he’ll be back on dry land and begging not to end up on the waves again anytime ever. You’d all like him if you knew him. Of course, being active military leaves little, if any time for social media. Or any media. I sent him a care package a couple months ago full of videos from his favorite YouTube accounts. Mom was more than a bit jealous of the fact that my care package cost less than $2.50 to send.

Everything else is functioning as normal as can be expected. I’m still spending far too much time isolating myself up in my bedroom and office. I’ve got just about everything I need up there, except for running water and food. Mom is wiling away her days getting back into crocheting. Finally finishing up the blanket my sister asked for last year.  Which wouldn’t have even been necessary if the other one hadn’t ended up sold at a garage sale held by the owners of the home she left it at. (Treasure that blanket; you’ve got yourself an original my mother there)

Spent a lot of the last couple of days in bed, and nor just for the sake of preserving body heat. I can’t recall the last time I’ve slept that much. And every minute of it was divine. Never really been much for taking care of myself. Looking out for myself, I’m pretty good at. But actually taking care of myself, I’m absolutely terrible at. There’s always someone or something else that has to come first before I’m satisfied enough to take a rest. I’ll be putting my ducks (and everyone else’s) in a row, right up until the ducks have to tuck me in to their straw bed.

The nice thing about my particular job function is that there’s plenty of downtime for writing. All you need is a little inspiration, even if it is staving off boredom and lonelinesses. At least I’ve had plenty of time to learn how to write on an electronic tablet. The sliding keyboard has certainly made that easier, even if you have to go back over your work to make sure the right word went in. I think it was just a year or two ago that I was trying to peck out a blog entry on a tiny phone keyboard without sliding my finger over the right letters. With tiny, chubby fingers it quickly became more of a chore than a creative writing exercise. I tried bringing a pad and paper, but trying to read my handwriting is even more of a task than working a tiny onscreen keyboard with chubby fingers.

Still Not Getting Things

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/02/12 by Robert Leu

As in mail-type things. But it’s getting there. Had to drive up to the office again to pick up a paycheck. At least the next one will be circumventing the postal service entirely and showing up where it needs to be when it needs to be.

A new neighbor started moving in yesterday. My former residence is finality occupied, which means the landlord is happy. Let’s see if he keeps plowing the driveway now that he doesn’t have to worry about showing an empty apartment. It’s been a nice couple of weeks nor having to worry about all that shoveling.

Had to pull an extra night of work a couple of days ago. Once you get into a routine and expect a couple days of rest, losing one of those days wreaks havoc with your internal rhythms. Yesterday was spent within about one foot of my bed; I had absolutely no energy to even change out of my pajamas. Which, if you’re not planning on going out that day, really isn’t a problem. Unless you’re wanting to do your laundry, and it’s just not proper to yours your clothes in the wash and walk back to your bedroom to put fresh ones on. Even if you have curtains.

All in all, it’s been another slow week at the office. Even with that extra day I put in. Winter is the slowest time of the year. Nobody wants to step out of line in the cold. And frankly I don’t want to have to step out into the cold to have to deal with people who step out of line. Kinda works out for everybody. It does pose the question of how to occupy one’s downtime. Nor like you can bring a book into work with you in this business since it will distract you from the things you’re supposed to be dozing off to while looking at.

Mom’s taking to the new place just fine. When she was staying with one of my other brothers, she was basically confined to her bedroom, lest she face the wrath of the unidentified woman now known as ex-wife number three. How someone can get through that much of their life hating everyone and everything that isn’t herself I’ll never be able to understand. And it all showed on her face, which had congealed into this central orifice of negativity. But I suppose that if you were blackout drunk every day of your life, it wouldn’t matter what your partner in the adventure looked like since you wouldn’t remember anyway.

Anyway, mom has the whole run of the house; I made sure to put my foot down before she even moved in. And since I’m used to having very little space to myself, I’ve managed to confine myself to the upstairs portion of the place. Really need to work on that, but I’m usually so tired in the mornings anyway I spend a lot of time in my bedroom. The laptop stays next to the bed so that I don’t have to stumble to my desk if I don’t want to, and a lot of days I don’t.

The snow has done a pretty good job of melting over the last two days; my shovel had been pretty lonely standing guard at my back door with nothing to do. A solitary sentry awaiting the winter’s return. While the shovel longs to return trip it’s duty, my backside is thankful not to be out there executing said duty. Any winter that doesn’t involve a heating pad and plenty of aspirin is a good winter.

One Month Later, Still Settling In

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/01/27 by Robert Leu

Had a little hiccup with the mail for a couple of weeks. Here’s a hint: if you’re moving from one part of a duplex to the other, don’t file a change of address with the post office. My residence was marked as vacant and my mail was getting bounced back to the senders, most of whom already had my updated address. Almost missed a paycheck along the way.

Hung the curtains around the tail end of last week, and continued to work on the upstairs office. Started getting the books onto the bookshelf and got the radio working. Thought I could save a little bit by using my computer and a ClearQAM USB tuner in the outside, but there aren’t a lot of ClearQAM channels left on my cable system these days. Thanks to switched digital video capabilities, channels are only sent down the digital pipe when they’re requested by the tuner (i.e., your cable box). Without a box or a CableCARD to store the channels in local memory and decode them as needed, you’re pretty much up a creek. Oh well, I suppose.

Still have to clear out the boxes and sort what hasn’t been unpacked yet, then likely switch to the other bedroom upstairs. The one I’m currently set up in only had two electrical outlets (one of which is in the closet for some reason), and Mom is pretty sure I’m going to overload it and cause a fire. Never had one in any of the places I’ve called home so far, and not about to press my luck in this new place.

Getting There

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/01/05 by Robert Leu

Managed to get a lot more done than we thought we would over the weekend. The kitchen now functions as a kitchen instead of a collection point for things that belong in a kitchen. My mother could not sleep early Saturday, and at some point before the sun rise she was already cleaning out the cupboards before I even rolled out of bed! Can’t even leave her alone for a full night without her trying to work on things.

All the clutter in the dining room has been stowed away; most of it upstairs except for mom’s things which are around the corner from the staircase until the rest of her bedroom furniture arrives. A woman who confined herself to a single room in her last place had now gone and (temporarily) confined herself to the living room. The more things change…

I’ve finally started to assemble my upstairs office. It has a chair, a desk, a microphone, and a bunch of boxes full of things I haven’t sorted through yet. I’m saving that little time consumer for my next day off later this week. Don’t want to have to stop midway through to head into work and forget how I wanted to arrange something.

It’s all coming together incredibly well. Probably due to the fact that I let someone with far more interior decorating experience than myself take care of pretty much everything while I keep to the heavy lifting. I’ll have to have a little housewarming once everything is done. It, should the child air decide to stick around for an extended period, I’ll just start encouraging friends to chop up their furniture and their it into the fire pit I’ll dig into the living room floor. That’ll certainly be a housewarming to remember.

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