There are those moments that make the time in between bearable, and there is missing them. This was a note about Sunday. For some reason, I thought a KA thing was next Sunday, but then on Sunday morning I realized that couldn't be right. And I checked, and I realized it was yesterday and not next week, and I missed it. And it was a rare opportunity because it was impromptu on a day not usually done (to wit Sunday and not Saturday). And there are long stretches of unbearable, and that might have been the light moment in between. I could have gotten up at three instead of gone to bed then, and been in Philly for the festivities.

But mom had called, and I went there, a little bummed I had not thought to go where I wanted. It was nice to play a game or two with mom.

And to not make the day feel lost, I chose to campaign some. My stuff keeps getting torn off the telephone poles. The old notices for concerts and tag sales, and the lost dog spam, they stay there, but my stuff is removed, over and over. It probably doesn't help that I have a “The Road to Hell is Paved by Democrats” piece, but that shouldn't matter.

I got out, I had some conversations, first with Serena, then with her sister Gloria and two older blokes. Then I went to pray, and was late, which is too usual for me. Then I put more stuff up in a neighborhood I hadn't visited yet.

So I did create some of the moments in between, which were other moments than those that would have been in Philly.

I am unhappy with my painter. I may let him finish this job, but he will not continue to the others I wanted done. I will ask Faruk for his guys again.

What We Put in to the World

It is a Landmarkism, but the idea is if we look at our results, they are a match for what we put into the world. That sucks when your results aren't what you thought you might have by now.

On the other hand, it suggests one only needs to adjust to have the right results show up.

Perhaps it is time to be bolder.

I did ask a potential client for a $15,000 retainer. I was worried it might be much, but the response was just an acknowledgment. She's one of a group, how they plan to split I am not worried about.

What We Put in to the World

This holds for our nation as well. We have people who play big victim games because that is what we have put out.

I applied for substitute teaching in Bridgeport today. I need some money. And then I thought if that isn't a little lower level than I am capable of, and possibly in the wrong vertical.

Other

I came home early-ish this evening to have a game with mom. I have patience, but she is slowing down, and that is frustrating. It's the checking and rechecking, and counting and recounting, and it makes me fat: it gives me plenty of time to grab the next thing to nosh on.