My what a draining week. Utter confusion and opportunity shaded in grayish-white sludge. The world I knew has accelerated and the edges of the scene are starting to blur. The metaphors run as deep as the snow drifts in my head. Look out folks, the boy is waxing poetic tonight!
The snow itself is a constant reminder to me of Karaoke night in Brooklyn, where I brave two rivers and three rail lines just to make it, and repeated the trip with an addition mile and a half long hike in the snow to end my night. Something about a “snow emergency” I had no idea was declared keeping the taxis in Hoboken off the roads. All well worth the effort to get out to the Carriage House. Don C & mad country Mike get much respect for organizing the event and then being brave enough to go through with it in the face of a foot plus of falling powder.
And things really haven’t stopped much since then, save for the Sunday drying-out period. The pre-spring cleaning continues in my little 600 square foot country, with file cabinets, DVD racks and dozens of backups CDs being the most recent recipients of my efforts. At this rate I may just find everything in it’s place before too long. I have much more of it planned for this weekend as I want to be in as sound of shape as possible by the start of the next week.
Why? Well come Monday I will be delivering a letter in one way or another that will change the course of my life, career wise. All those little cryptic bits have been leading up to this. Anyone want to bet how it all turns out?
Well, it was a long day — double digit hours — and my brain is all but gone. Nothing left to do but sit back, relax and enjoy the blackmail material Don & Mike took. I’ll contribute my own collection soon enough, and I’ve got longer video clips. ^_^
Tags: Personal
Mad country Mike? Nice.
And you’re just reading this now, D? ^_^
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