Reality is for those that can't handle drugs

This reality thing is not all it's cracked up to be. My house is a shambles, kitchen gone, dining room gone, computer room gone. It rained about an inch today, and I had to squeegee water off the slab so it didn't get under the hardwood flooring that remains. We are eating off plastic plates and bowls, and doing any dishes in the bathroom sink.

My health is fine, same old same old, take the pills, drink the water, pee pee pee. I spent last week in Reno, at the main office of my new job. We decided to call me Director of Operations for TEC SLO. TEC Reno is about 18 years old, an engineering firm that does land and water resource planning, engineering consulting, design and planning, surveying, and some other stuff. TEC SLO is only about 15 months old and does the consulting, design and planning, and survey stuff for now. TEC had picked up a big job here and decided to open the SLO office, and now has grown to the point where they need someone like me to bring order to the chaos. Kind of a harmonics/resonance thing, know what I'm saying? Check us out at http://www.thiel-engineering.com/.

We still can't nail the windows and doors guys down, and this is getting critical. Dana has rearranged the kitchen plan so much I am thinking of just doing it out of Legos, couldn't be that much more expensive. We had the big yard sale and made about $750 bucks selling what I originally paid $10,000 for, but hey, now I have room for plastic spoons in my garage/kitchen!

Tomorrow will be my first full day in the new office, so it should be interesting meeting the people. My boss, the CFO, is coming down from Reno with another of the owners tomorrow, so we'll have some meetings and lunches and grind out some decisions. Mike B. wanted me to watch the office to prep for going back to office life, but I am always ready to tell people what they should be doing, ask any Republican! Where the heck is Osama bin Laden, anyway?

My friend Cindy just had a kidney taken out, seems there was a little malignancy in there, so please everyone send her some positive thougths of whatever type you have, some chi, some reiki, some oon yellymon. She will be fine, they got it all and it was very early, and they threw in the liposuction and butt tuck at no extra charge! She's ten pounds lighter already! I shoulda got the blepharoplasty when I was in, I had a coupon 2 eyes for the price of 1, I could've gotten rid of the baggage terminals under my eyes. Oh well, better to grow older than to not grow older, I think. Isn't it? I found this poem by Ogden Nash, one of my favorites for a humorous poem, but I didn't find this one all that funny.

Old Men
People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when ...
People watch with unshocked eyes;
But the old men know when an old man dies.

This from the same Ogden Nash, more typical

Lines on Facing Forty
I have a bone to pick with fate,
Come here and tell me girly,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotting early.