I was driving home from a friend’s country home late Sunday night. The road was dark and there was a fog hanging about, invisible unless I turned on my brights which would throw up a blank wall a short distance before me.
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I was driving home from a friend’s country home late Sunday night. The road was dark and there was a fog hanging about, invisible unless I turned on my brights which would throw up a blank wall a short distance before me.
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I wasn’t always a responsible person, to be sure. I had a few years of what you might call ‘poor behavior’ if you were being very, very polite. I drank too much, spent way too much time in the company of people I probably would have been better off without and generally wasn’t a nice person. There were lots of thing that led up to me being who I am today but one in particular that stung enough to make me actually start moving.
One day my mother said, ‘Jason, I don’t care what you do. Just do something.’ The words were wrapped in emotions that I couldn’t fully comprehend at the time but I could sense such things as pain and love and compassion and disappointment. I’m still no angel, to be sure. But I wasn’t hanging with the same crowd a week later and I wasn’t a bartender within months of that.
Mom was around to meet my Jennifer (my soul mate who never would have given the time of day to the jerk I was before) and loved her. She saw me start moving in the direction I’ve been moving for a while now. While Mom didn’t make it to see the house or the subsequent jobs or the life I’ve built, I know that she saw the potential and said what needing saying to help me realize that potential.
It’s Friday again and we’re sliding toward a weekend. It is the final weekend of February, in fact. It seems like only yesterday (more…)
Recently with the ‘Affliction’ I’ve been helping try to corner and beat to oblivion at work, several folks have commented on the kinds of people that write viruses, spyware and hacking tools.
Sometimes I sit back as the sun goes down. Old grapes cling to crystal. Printer paper rests on my lap. The kitchen scents creep around the house touching noses with the lightest of fingers. And it begins…
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So someone stopped by and asked about an off hand comment I made about the date on which the Gregorian calendar was adopted. As a result I was forced to dig into it again to figure out when it happened and why, which is the bit I couldn’t’ remember. (*grumble* System managers and their attention to detail asking intelligent questions. *grumble*) In any case I managed to dig up a couple bits of interesting information.
So Monday is Presidents Day. Or is it President’s Day? The fact that my calendar at home and the one at the office listed the 2 differently caused me to start digging around to figure out what the correct usage was. I was somewhat amazed at what I discovered.
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