Fine, I made it. Empty handed but present.

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It's just been too long since I played to role.  If I had been a little more on the ball today I would have ordered pizzas for delivery.  That simply wasn't the case.  I let them know, in case they didn't, that I was receiving neither phone nor email messages about the meeting times, dates, and places.  The last time I was involved, for several months, the meeting date was moving from day to day, time to time, and even varying in when it was happening in the month.  I see why I didn't get email.  They had the email that requires caps and their compiler didn't set it up that way.  So I gave them my real email, since that other one was purely made for the purposes of the Church and such... a less... aggressive email address.  That just doesn't seem to work well.  Then again, I am not sure I am welcome.  Some of the guys like me, some of them would rather I were dead.  Then again, I don't think they understand about heart conditions.  Most people don't realize how severe that is.  We'll see if they I actually get contacted in the future.

After the meeting I found my way to the hardware store.  I did buy a gripping puncture tool for the 1/2 pipe, another 100' of 1/2 pipe, and a couple of 1/2 spread sprinklers to consider for the official row type crops and corn.  That is what is happening tomorrow.  After the neighbor's son mowed my lawn the sprinklers were not put back in place, so...  I want that done.  I had hoped to do that tonight, whatever I could get done, after the appointment fell through, but then I got the email for the meeting.  Gah!  No, it's funny, mostly.  It's just... when I can keep up there is always a surprise right around the corner. 

I was thinking about something else tonight.  I thought life would improve as I got better.  The problem is I am so far down the hole that when I get better they immediately want me to do physical activity, exercise really.  Which puts me right back to where I was when I was sick, as for free time.  My guess is, as I continue to get better, assuming that as a strong possibility, I will then begin filling in the empty spots with other stuff.  If I get well enough I will then kick it up another notch and head back to college.  Then again, if the physical aspect of getting to college is easy for me, the mental part isn't that bad.  But having to shove through both the physical and the mental at the same time was an absolute bear.  Not that engineering school is easy, and there is a built in preference for foreigners and non-whites in academia so a white, or white looking/sounding, guy has to really push it to get ahead.  Oh, believe it.  Oh to be a black woman.  Then again... hehe... they are promoted out of interesting work back to office work for their uselessness.  So, yeah... no.  Industry does it's best to try to fix what academia fronts.  Which is half of the reason they are moving overseas.  At some point, academia became unstoppable and there aren't enough quota jobs for the types academia puts out.  Most of which shouldn't even be employed by the lackluster government jobs available to them.  But, that's what is left, until the government sinks itself with all those quotas.  Detroit, here we come!

Never mind...  The thing is, if I become truly healthy, due to the nature of how I work, I will end up with far less time for myself and my own little hobbies.  Oh, I would miss it, if it happened.  I have to think even Jackie Paper looks back, from time to time, on his lost friend.  Right now all I have is my dragon friend, this blog, my girls, and some odd jobs when I can stand long enough to get to them.  More is less, innit?  Yeah, and I would happily take it. 

Later.