It’s been 8 days, two rejection letters, a flat tire and a
novel finished reading since my last confession. I’m cranking this out at lunch time so let’s going to the
I confess I’ve over the unplanned expense of a new tire.
I was over the rejection letters as soon as I read them. I don’t dwell on work
rejected. I always consider that in order to have work accepted I am going to
get rejections so I expect that I will be told no many times and that getting a
no means there is a yes coming soon.
This time of year is odd because I enjoy the cooler
weather. I don’t like extreme cold but we get some pretty nice fall days. Then
there are the rainy ones like today when the coolness and the overcast skies tend
to bring you down a bit. I confess days like today I want to stay home and
under the covers. Of course I don’t do that but the thought is nice.
It seems like any more it’s always cold and rainy on Halloween
here so if today Xeroxes itself for tomorrow it will be right in style. I
confess that while I realize Halloween has become almost as much an adult
holiday as it is for children, I or we’ve never every gotten into the adult
dress-up party mode and so the day seems rather remote for us.We have dressed up the dogs a time or two but
that’s usually been with the help of one or another of my daughters.
Speaking of help and daughter, I left work last night to
go to the new home of one of my daughters to help her with the hookup of a
washer. I had only been to the house twice and one of those times I did not
drive and I didn’t come from downtown so I was trying to get there as direct
and quickly as I could in rush hour traffic. I used voice input to put the
address into my phone GPS and what should have been the number 68 was understood
to be sixty or 60. I confess I was
nearly to the 60 destination before I realized it did not hear 68. I pulled
over and restated the address. Again it read it as 60. I tried again annunciating
v e r y s l o w l y and it heard something
else altogether that was not a number. I confess at this point I was about as
angry as one can get with an inanimate object. This was disturbing to me as I
realized how unbecoming it was. No one else was in the car but it did incense
my own sensibilities that I was so angry over this. I finally typed it in after
numerous voice attempts all failed. I
though what a jerk this person is in the car… I confess he’s not coming along next time.