Life in suspension
Strange dream last night. I'd filled up my gas tank and realized, when I went to pay, that I'd apparently lost my wallet. In a bizarre fit of logic (given that it was a dream), it occurred to me I could simply call Martha, have her read off the credit card number over the phone, and have the cashier key it in manually. With this plan in mind I reached for my phone — only to discover my phone was missing as well. From this state of helplessness I awoke.
Several things are afoot at the moment which are out of my control. I am patiently waiting for a lawnmower part, which I learned today is on backorder — leaving me with a wildly overgrown lawn for several more days. The company which hosts this blog is in the midst of a pretty serious crisis:
We regret to report that this is a security-related issue. Unfortunately, it is going to take us some time to make the changes needed to ensure our members and we are properly protected from similar attacks in the future. We will restore FTP access as soon as possible. System security is our paramount concern, and there is no acceptable substitute in a case like this for taking the affected systems offline, investigating and resolving the issue, and where necessary, rebuilding things from scratch in order to ensure system integrity.
which means that although I'm writing this entry now, I'll not be able to upload it until after the downtime. Work has become quite... let's say bizarre and leave it at that. Ok, let's say you're hallucinating, you go to the circus, and all the clowns and performers are hallucinating as well, and leave it at that.
On top of that, we are waiting for — while hoping not to receive — one of those dreadful phone calls in the middle of the night, one of those "everything is going to be very different from now on" calls. I think the waiting, the not knowing, is more stressful than the actual call. Once the call comes, things are put into motion whether for better or worse — and at some point a sense of normalcy can return, albeit an altered normalcy. Being slightly outside of it, though, I can't vouch for the accuracy of this belief — or for that matter, know what form of normalcy will be in place afterwards.
At various times I've believed dreams to be indicative of things going on in the outside world, and at others I've believed them to be nothing more than random neural misfirings. All things considered, I think this one was right on the mark.
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Comments on "Life in suspension":
Nice blog, Brad. I like the format and I like the way you think. The boat? Maybe waiting for high water?
# Posted by Granny Sue on July 12, 2009 @ 21:50:17 EDT.
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On Goodbye, Blossom, Martha said: We can still dress up and go to Laury's. Or Aubrey's. Or even Soho's, if/when I get over being mad.