last night was just… weird.
not weird in that ‘breaking routine’ way, not weird for the quiet, nor for any number of things that might have been considered weird on any other day.
no. last night was weird for the sense of contentment. heh. i thought perhaps i’d be a little flipped out by not having my technology pacifier. not only was i not, i actually had a very pleasant night of movies and kitty love.
i thought perhaps my friends would call. but no, the phone remains silent. a lot i could say there, but no point in it.
though perhaps it is worth noting that i am officially no longer the person who does all the work to keep things going. so there are likely going to be a few bumpy moments at some point. not for me. (crooked smile)
i sold off the components and got a refund on the combo. that was rather a stroke of skill, as the place i bought from has a fairly ‘zero tolerance’ policy of ‘no refunds’. made me smile though, that there are still people in the world willing to admit that right is right.
they gave me the ‘no refunds’ statement and i simply nodded. ‘ok. i guess i eat it then. keep the case and the drives. keep all of it. perhaps you can resell it and make some money.’ and i headed out the door.
no intent other than getting back to work before i was late. and i felt pretty good about giving the remainder to them.
as i was warming up the truck, the owner brought me a check with a smile, ‘sorry ’bout that… here… the bank is across the street.’
i fully intend to refer as much business as i can to them. right IS right, and ethical people are damn few and far between these days. those who can still see their way to it deserve every bit of support. they have mine. and then some.
in other news, my daughter took a flight home monday morning. i don’t think she believed me when i told her i was too broke to entertain her and the things she’d likely want to do i wouldn’t be able to as work would impede during the day.
it was good to see her over the weekend, and while it got a bit stormy sunday evening, we patched it up before she departed. turns out it was for the best, as she hadn’t really planned for herself, either… and she needs this week’s work to keep things rolling smoothly.
so perhaps lessons all the way ’round.
let’s see, what else… ah… a new friend, over the pond. not sure what it is about the english, but i seem to get on with them quite well on a consistent basis. makes me wonder.
i’m missing my friend matthew. i think he should be online by now, but haven’t seen him. hope all is well. plan on dropping him an email tonight before i go home to see if everything’s ok and break the news that i’m offline for a bit while i figure out how to get a mac on the desk.
heh. lunch hour ramble that feels pressured. i do miss the sense of being able to just sit down and write whenever i wanted. already, i miss that.
OH! HAH! that reminds me! i submitted about oh… 9 pieces a few weeks back and forgot about them. today, i receive an email saying they’re publishing four. not only this, but they’re all four making front page. stick a bar of soap in my mouth and call me ‘bubbles’… i was just that shocked. figured i’d been set to the slushpile by now. damn if the publisher didn’t butter me like a baguette…. ‘a poet of your talent’. and then some… heh. i’m still blushing.
ego, of course… but damn. i needed it.
anyway… there’s a lot more percolating here, but no time to savor the spooling or just let it roll. so that’s it for now. this is likely the way it will be until i get another machine under me. sigh. perhaps soon. hopeful. we’ll see.