Monthly Archives: May 2013 the Irish breast.

While I was in Colorado for the winter, some hopeful soul pasted this note over my Sports Illustrated cover – Sept 8 2008 version,  with some guy named Mark Ingram on the cover.


The peculiar thing is that I didn’t come back to my cube until almost three months after the game, yet whoever it was never came back in and took the note down – they just left it up there. Some sort of defiance, perhaps?

It could be a lapse of memory. I’m having lapses of memory. When I downloaded this pic to my box preparatory to posting it, I found out that I had taken a similar picture almost two months ago. Did I already post about this note?

And, if nobody is reading this, does it even matter?

Maybe that’s what the Irish fan was thinking – once they lost, did it even matter if he came back to take the sign down?

I’m still out here, still doing what I do every day. I have been through a lot of internal gyrations; I’ve reached a point where I’m okay with whatever happens, but now I’ve become impatient, in wanting whatever will happen to hurry up and happen.

And that’s just dumb.

It’s really a kind of sneaky fear; I’d rather have the bad thing happen than have to live under the cloud of possibility that the bad thing might happen. it is as though the fear of the thing is worse than the thing. And what we are really talking about here is the fear of having to live with the fear of the thing, since the current moment is okay, albeit a bit uncomfortable.

So hope springs eternal in the Irish breast, but in the area of  the Puckett breast, all I have is a spot about the size of my open hand, that feels like it’s pushing down on my solar plexus. It feels like it’s difficult to breathe, as though something were pushing back while I am inhaling. 

I think that that’s called “depression”.

And the only cure that I know for that is – prayer and action.

Action is what I have to do.

And a prayer is what that poor Irish fan did not have, even though he did have hope : )


You may have noticed a lack of posting on this blog.

I currently have technical difficulties.


The difficulties are job troubles…I have problems at my job. They are problems of a nature that this is not a good place to talk about them. Since I am self-absorbed and wrapped up in my problems, I don’t really want to talk about anything else.

And, since I work as a techie, this constitutes “technical difficulties” : )

I hope that God solves these problems soon, as I am unable to solve my own problems. This is of course a stupid thing to say, as both clauses were self-evident – it’s not like I want to have these problems for an extended period of time, and if I could solve them, then they would be solved.

In the meantime, I am attempting to perform some useful function.

I’m through typing now.

We’re back up in Colorado for a week.

Saturday was 11.5 slow waddlin’ hilly miles on US 550, which took a long time. When I was finished, I had to do my calisthenics – pushups, pullups, crunches. The first set of pushups and pullups went okay, but the problem with crunches is that you have to lay down to do ’em – and once I laid down, Church was Out.

lookingupThat’s the view looking up from the ground in front of my ottoman (had my legs up over the ottoman, doing the crunches) in the great room of the Money Pit. That hairy white thing is my knee.

I did, eventually, finish that set of crunches and make my way through another set of everything before doing my stretching – before calling Durango Dan and spending the rest of the day moving. We’re up here getting the small condo ready to go back into vacation rental while it’s on the market to sell, which means that we’re refurnishing it (a good bit of what came into the big place came out of the small place) in addition to some painting and having the carpets cleaned and suchlike.

We brought some stuff up from Arizona (recall that we have a new mattress and box springs) and all of that was coming into the big condo, replacing stuff that was coming out, because moving things just once wasn’t tiring enough. And we still have more stuff being delivered this week. Plus there was wiring and such to do – I still haven’t finished re-hooking up the TV and sound system over there.

And, when we’re done, then that condo will go into local property management until our friend Mike the Realtor gets it sold. Then it will be gone. This is part of the Great Circle of LIfe – but being over there this much has reminded me just how much I loved that little condo when I first saw it. I’d move back into it right now, but Ethel won’t go.

She’s so mean and selfish.

A few weeks back, my email stopped working on my Droid.

I told our comm guys at work, and they said “Okay, put in a request for a new phone”.

No, wait, see, I just want to get my email straightened out – I’m sure that I don’t need a new phone. Can we just get the email straightened out? I’d rather just get that fixed than get a new phone. I don’t need a new phone – I like my phone just fine. Can we straighten out the email configuration?

My new phone is a Droid Razr.

razrWhen I got the new phone…my email didn’t work. The comm guy looked at the phone, clicked some setting, and then the email worked. But I already had the new phone.

But my old phone was fine. And I had a nice hard Otter cover for it. Funny thing about the Droid Razr; the phone itself weighs as much as my X (or Incredible or whatever my old Droid is) weighs with the Otter cover. So if I buy a new cover, this skinnier phone will weigh more.

And here’s a thing – the Razr’s phone app (see, a phone isn’t a phone any more. A phone HAS a phone app. Next, they’ll be making mothers that aren’t mothers, but that have a mother app) has a new lack-of-feature – no speed dial. Now, you have to create a separate folder and save off little copies of the phone app with preset numbers, and press and hold THOSE icons to speed dial. Which means that you have to leave the phone to call the people that you call the most.

Another lack-of-feature – no Contacts anymore in the phone. Just Dialer (with no speed dial), Recent Calls, and Favorites. And it builds up the favorites list for you, since you’re too stupid to do so – heck, if you had any brains, they’d still let you do Speed Dial on your own. Duh.

It has a slightly larger screen, so I have more surface area to cuss at when I can’t do speed dial or go to my Contacts list inside the phone app.

Yesterday, I was walking through North Scottsdale, and I clicked the Maps icon. It took ten minutes for the Maps app to come up, and when it did, it was locked up with a blank screen. I had to restart the app to find out that – guess what? I had a new update of the Maps application! Of course, by the time I found this out, I was already where I had been walking to, and to where I had to navigate without my Maps app.

I keep almost asking the comm guy to reactivate my old phone instead, but then I find out – oh, okay, I can work around that problem this way; maybe it’s not too bad. And the comm guy says that he’ll do it, but that it doesn’t make sense. He thinks I’m stupid for asking for my old phone back, since this one is so much “better”.

You know what? Somebody else would LOVE this new phone. And right now my old phone is sitting in my bag; nobody is getting to use it. So maybe we’ll just turn my old phone back on, and I’ll give this new phone back to them, and then, when my phone really stops working, they might have a phone for me then.

I’m glad we had this little talk.

Beside, I paid for that Otter case myself.