Being a good boy.

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I did little work yesterday but I had company. However, today I need to get some things done. First, I need to pick up some records from the V.A., next I need to change my drivers license, and I would like to call my professor and see if he really will go over the next set of problems and solutions. He said he would be in his office and suggested that he would go over the material. He was joking, I think, but I will call him on it. He may have only been half joking. Plus, he seems to have the sort of a sense of humor to handle it if he was merely joking. Anyway, I would like to know, since he offered and peaked my curiosity. (Never peak the curiosity of a reformed daemon lightly!)

I just called my mother to let her know when I would be there. She is a bit busy so we did not talk long. She said she would call me later this afternoon. To that end, I will keep my phone with me. I rarely take my phone other than when I travel or may be expecting an important call, if I remember it even then. But she sounded good and that is always good. Oh, I would also like to stop by the Nissan dealership. I need to schedule a visit for my vehicle and I would like to speak with Warren. I purchased this vehicle from him, and would like to see if he has a decent offer on another. I like the guy, the company, and this particular vehicle.

Being a good boy, you ask? Hmm, well, I have been focusing on doing what is right as well as I can. I have been working on clarity and right living. I have been moving forward with plans, checking them as I may, and clearing my conscience and purpose. I have been saving like a slave, spending very little and only what and when necessary, and considering some going away gifts, even if I end up not leaving, oddly. I will know tomorrow whether I will need to leave. A great deal depends on this doctor. But I am working honestly strongly and cleanly, for my part. A difficult decision is upon me. And, honestly, desert cat has given me pause and caused this reconsideration. It is not his words that school will become easier, as I do not believe this. It is just his thoughts, or the felt impetus for them to my mind, that perhaps the cause is not lost. And perhaps, a felt support for me and my purpose. I do not understand that fully, I only sense it.

I find it so odd that words often have nothing to do with what they literally seem to say. “Good day.”, for example, affirms another’s being, person, validity, and one’s acknowledgement of that. “Thank you.” and “You are welcome.” are similar to that, but more, they acknowledge appreciation and a sense of debt and gratitude for another’s skills, time, and more, their very life, or the release of the debt implied by the first and a sign that their acknowledgement is appreciated. Such small things, said with validity and personally, can mean the world. “I love you.”, for another example, can mean everything, and actually means all that we are, if said truly. For that last to be said, I believe, we have fulfilled or are fulfilled to the completion of all that we are and are worth. But more, even when it is not completely meant as it seems to be indicated, that it is said is an acknowledgement that there is more to this life than our mere understanding. It is a gift given in the faith of something beyond our understanding. Perhaps I think too much. Perhaps I merely see things as a child. Perhaps I miss some fine point. Even if all of those are true, I still think I am correct. Words are incredible and powerful tools. Use them wisely.

Well, back to it. I have some things to do today. I best get busy. It has been difficult to get going the last few days. Even though I have been working some, it has been catch as catch can rather than scheduled. Then again, this has been a harsh term. I should expect to be tired. I should allow a little down time. But I just… cannot… let… go… Why? Thanks, D.C., for the reminder, minder, thoughts, support, whatever.