Surviving the first week of 2005 wasn't too hard... although there are changes afoot in my world that I'm not quite sure I'm ready to handle. Changes in management's direction and directives have everyone uneasy. I may be asked to make a choice in who I answer to - the department I provide support to as a service, or the group who placed me with the department. I'll work it out - I always manage to land on my feet, cat-like as always. As always, my piddly-assed problems pale in comparison to the grand scheme of things - a friend of ours has a wife who is either slipping into dementia in her early sixties or her breast cancer has metastasized and she has a brain tumor. Neither sounds like good news to me. And as if I needed a larger reminder of my global insignificance, the tsunami disaster serves its purpose remarkably well. I can't comprehend the devastation involved, the suffering, the sickness, the hunger, the pain. It overwhelms me. So I do the only thing I can do - pray, and count my many blessings.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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