OK. The map of the revamped Fairlawn Village (actually they are giving it a new name) clearly shows that my building is being torn down to make way for one of the condos to be put up. It is why I have to move this summer.
So. WTF. Are. People. On. My. Roof. This. Morning. Making. Lots. Of. Noise? Seriously, do you really put new shingles on a building to be torn down?
I will not stress. I will not get depressed. This last few days of school will NOT end like the previous time. It will NOT!
I will not cry. I will not scream. [I may fucking kill someone.] But I will maintain. I have to.
I am being driven from my own ‘home’ just when I need its comforts the most.
My life is always ‘interesting,’ even if it is often not so good. I hate ‘survival mode’ more than anything in the world.
Focus, Mark. Just catalog some electronic resources, invent a new and better metadata schema and defend it, do all the bits required for your Indexing paper, make up the abstracting assignment all by this Sat to next Tues. After that, finishing the Cataloging project is a breeze. Of course, you’ll have to do it all elsewhere and without all of the proper resources. Or, you’ll have to carry literally 50 pounds of stuff in a backpack in which it all won’t fit, for several days.
Now that is a plan. So. Time to head out the door….
Memories…I’m truly sorry for your pain, and filled with empathy as I recall the sudden arrival of the siding contractors with their HAMMERS and SAWS and NAILS for Thanksgiving week 2005. Timing is everything!
Yes, my friend, my 1st thoughts (well, after the Oh F!) were of you and the siders. I have not forgotten our discussions over their impact on your life at that critical point for you.
So again, I know I’m not alone in the world in my troubles and that they could be *much* worse [My thoughts are with your friends Jenica], but it only relieves the pain for a second or two.