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Perspective
Aug. 19th, 2018 09:19 amGoing into the city, probably this morning, to pick up a heavy-duty power cord I need for my circular saw. Like so many things in my life, it needs some repair. Just a new plug and maybe removal of a damaged section, if I remember correctly.
Those kinds of things are easy, you've just gotta do them. And maybe some of the other things are too, but the minefield of emotion around them makes them different, hard to get close to, hard to want to.
Anyway, going by myself because #2 daughter's husband works today, she's got the kids, and it wouldn't be a safe environment for them. So, I'm on my own. Which, looking back, is kind of how it's been for most of my life.
Not planning to do much else while I'm there, maybe have a look at the basketball setup that's out in the driveway, also damaged. My grandson has agreed to help me take it apart and bring it to the new place to be repaired and set up there. But he's also busy today, and so not available.
His best buddy has just gotten back from his mom's in Atlanta, so Jason is spending the weekend with him. I might ask him when he plans to go home because his friend lives on the same side of town as the old house and I sometimes get asked to provide his ride home and don't want to make 2 trips.
Anyway, once I get the power cord and get it fixed, I'm gonna start cutting the pieces for my next project which is a cocking device for one of my airguns.
Just gotta get to it because, like the man said, "He not busy being born is busy dying."
Huh. He was so young when he said that. Ironic that, although it's never lost relevance over the course of my life, it's never been more so than it is right now. Which is, I guess, the nature of wisdom. And maybe how it looks from what another has called "this sad height..."
Perspective is what it is. We change and it changes with us.
Or do we change because it changes us? IDK. It's probably some of each. As well as being a distinction which, like so many that I've managed to define, doesn't really matter.
As long as we survive the process...
LPK
Dreamwidth
8.19.2018
Those kinds of things are easy, you've just gotta do them. And maybe some of the other things are too, but the minefield of emotion around them makes them different, hard to get close to, hard to want to.
Anyway, going by myself because #2 daughter's husband works today, she's got the kids, and it wouldn't be a safe environment for them. So, I'm on my own. Which, looking back, is kind of how it's been for most of my life.
Not planning to do much else while I'm there, maybe have a look at the basketball setup that's out in the driveway, also damaged. My grandson has agreed to help me take it apart and bring it to the new place to be repaired and set up there. But he's also busy today, and so not available.
His best buddy has just gotten back from his mom's in Atlanta, so Jason is spending the weekend with him. I might ask him when he plans to go home because his friend lives on the same side of town as the old house and I sometimes get asked to provide his ride home and don't want to make 2 trips.
Anyway, once I get the power cord and get it fixed, I'm gonna start cutting the pieces for my next project which is a cocking device for one of my airguns.
Just gotta get to it because, like the man said, "He not busy being born is busy dying."
Huh. He was so young when he said that. Ironic that, although it's never lost relevance over the course of my life, it's never been more so than it is right now. Which is, I guess, the nature of wisdom. And maybe how it looks from what another has called "this sad height..."
Perspective is what it is. We change and it changes with us.
Or do we change because it changes us? IDK. It's probably some of each. As well as being a distinction which, like so many that I've managed to define, doesn't really matter.
As long as we survive the process...
LPK
Dreamwidth
8.19.2018
