I am that much closer.
How much is "that much"?
Oh, it's about from here to here. I think that's what 1 little, or is that 2 smidgeworths?
Last night I bought some of the sundries to fill those blank spots around my house. My walls are still bare, but artwork doesn't fit into the "necessity" category just yet. You know what does fit into the "necessity" category?
That's right, my blender! Does this blog thing do flashy lights and big neon? No? Well even if it did, it wouldn't shine as bright as my blender. Maybe I should write a sonnet, "My Blender." Yeah I think I can do that.
Wanna see it? My blender? Ok. Here's a pic. Don't look directly at it will only blind you with its glory. As is, you may feel a slight tingle, that's normal. We mortals are not worthy to look upon the blender. Set up a shadow box with mirrors and you can gaze over your shoulder. Be sure to leave alms. The blender smiles upon alms, maybe it will share it's bounty.
It didn't share it's bounty last night. That's right, release a collective sigh, there were no Kahlua milkshakes in Mudslideville, the mighty Robby was too busy to buy ice cream.
Too busy? Yep. That's right I spent the night working on my office. Last night I moved my desk. It's a big desk, and daunting in itself, but daunting wasn't my only problem. Nay, nay, my friends there were crises (plural).
The thing is that since I work at home, my employer has supplied me with all the equipment I need to do my job. They like it when I do my job. The list of equipment is long, but can be summed up under one subheading: Things with wires. In a way, this is cool. I'm a collector of things with wires. Audio equipment, computer equipment, anything you plug in really, and coat hangers, are all things I own with wires. Yes, even my new blender has a wire, but you won't find it in my office; I never mix work and liquefied pleasure.
So since my work and pleasure equipment has been hanging together they've become intertwined, and almost impossible to separate. No matter how much I warn them not to fraternize, they still do, and that only leads to trouble—for me. They don't care, things with wires are selfish things and mix up as they please.
Things without wires are stand alone. They don't need anything, and they don't get enmeshed in other's business. Too bad all people have wires, we're all intertwined. Oh sure, we cut some connections in frustration, but there are always others. Other connecting wires keeping us tethered to other things.
Last night I set about separating sets of wires. Moving items from one location to another so that I could move on. Some things, I wrapped the cords around and walked out to the garage; other things, I re strung making them fit in my new environment. The stupid cords, they still get mixed up, but that’s what they do.
I wonder about things though. I wonder about wires. I have a box of wires; wires that I used to use, but for some reason or another I couldn't make work anymore. I had to go digging in that box last night, searching for better lengths, more appropriate fits. Some wires that I'd like to make work, I just don't know how the products would pull together even if I attached them.
I have a friend, Dave. I'm not sure why we fell apart, but Dave and I just fell away. I don't even know how to find him, and I'm not sure he lives locally anymore. The point is, I wonder about him. What's going on, what's up with his family? I looked in my box, but I couldn't find the wires to draw us together again. And even if I did, how would I go about it?
"Hey guess what? My wife left me! How's things?" Kind of the iceberg ice breaker, don't you think? Then there's thinking of things from his perspective. "He's just calling me because his wife's gone. Why does he only call when he needs something..."
No, some wires, you see in the box, but no matter how you want to make them work, you can't. I wait though, hoping he'll reach out, or maybe a chance meeting in the grocery store. If the equipment gets tangled up again, it'll be through it's new wiring, you can't force it. Watching wires mingle. It's like watching grass grow. Oh it's more purposeful, but it's equally slow. It requires patience.
I'm not good at patience.
You know what I am good at though? I am good at blending. I'm gonna go offer some sacrificial fruit to my new wired friend.
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