Superbowl is over, Valentine’s Day is just ahead…

…and that about taps out the things on my list of Important Shit these days.

Someone much wiser than I once commented that taking long vacations may be good for the soul, but they are dangerous to the business man. Likewise, I can assure you, are out of state moves where one’s whole life is uprooted and moved into the virtual unknown. Life since mid-August, or the last post, you decide which is more recent, has been a maelstrom of WTF! combined with “What’s next?”.

Firstest on ye olde job front: Due to the loss of a major support contract, which resulted in a substantial reorganization within, that which was promised at a not insubstantial den of labor went away…after Hizzonner’s arrival here in the Devil’s paradise. Thankfully, there was a minor backup plan in place, but that took some few weeks and a half to get working. Whew! It ain’t much, the backup plan, but it beats panhandling at the bus stop. Which, don’t get me started on the number of those who resort to such in this godforsaken berg. I am a reasonably charitable man, but suborning slothful deadbeats just ain’t in it for me.

Whilst laboring for a pittance, eyes and ears are connecting dots leading down the path toward a couple of fruitful business ventures. Such ventures have yet to be given their due diligence, but to outward appearances show some promise. Air Taxi and Maintenance companies are seeking bidders for one reason or another, as are companies in other industries where I would do quite well. They also appear to have what one might call a fun factor, which is all important these days. If there isn’t some fun in it, I ain’t adoin’ it. Each is in that whole “I wonder if…” stage and could lead nowhere, but I’m a fairly patient man. Age teaches us patience, and my taskmasters have been fairly consistent ones. Or so I think. 🙂

Nextest on the list would be the challenge of keeping the increasing older mortal temple in reasonably good shape and headed down the positive track. I’m not one who gets sick often, but when I do it’s a good one. Until Tucson. Since the powers that be decided to cap the coolers and light off the furnaces in the cribs, life has been one continual respiratory ailment after another. Methinks the ducts need cleaning, but what the hell do I know? Most here attribute respiratory ailments to allergies, and “You just need to accept that, as you get older, you’re going to have allergies. You just need to deal with that fact!” Folks here love the expression “You just need to {fill in the blank}”. Me? Not so much. Having a very low tolerance for bullshit and stupidity, and such. Vitamin C and Echinacea are receiving their fair allocation of duckets toward health and welfare, along with the occasional visit to what is reputed to be the number two VA facility in the country. We wonders about that second best part, we does. Lord, how I miss Seattle…

At any rate, we’ll not have this turn into a pissin’ and moanin’ post. A good man got kicked down by those he trusted, got trampled a bit, but now he’s getting back up again. Once fooled, twice cautious, and all that. Not so ironically, it feels good to unload with the occasional dear reader some of what has befallen your humble scribe. Life’s lessons can be good ones, if we accept the part in the fine print about “It may not be easy, but it’ll be worth it.” Some guy named Jesus had summat to say on the subject. I’ll take his word for it, him having done pretty well for himself.

For now, and in the words of one Porky Pig, “Tha…tha…that’s all for now, folks!” Y’all be good now. Y’hear!

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