Thread: Chance Readers By Any Chance..?

Thread: Chance Readers (if by any chance)

Since I am not all these people or the circumstances I write about, I suppose I have the luxury of being a bystander and reporter at large. If perchance you found not a single entry to read the other day, the day before yesterday, it was because there was a technical reason at this site. I had wanted to write that morning.

Most mornings are fraught with inconsequential details, but I still like to dwell on them for certain reasons. This is why this blog exists..to discuss those details.

Traditionally, I like to have a kind of a start to the morning. Even the hustle and the bustle and the hither and dither of everything colliding seems to suffice at times. The coffee percolating, the dishes needing to be rearranged, the frantic footsteps of everyone trying to leave the house all at once when late, and other little things, that if they didn't exist, things would seem bland.

I like having my coffee at hand to ruminate on all these chance moments and more.

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I got the traditional "where?" that high - pitched squeamish voice and that gulp accompanied by it on Monday. I failed to mention that on the last entry.

I have wondered why these people need to know where. Haven't they met people in professions that take them to a multitude of dwellings and institutions? If they are all confined to a cubicle and even behind a counter 24/7, I can understand. Even when I worked in classrooms, we had the facility of moving to and fro. We didn't have to remain behind a desk or in a single room. In fact, the descriptions usually involve going to different rooms, up and down flights of stairs during the day, and even during the lunch hour. Sometimes, it necessitated meeting with other people. You never had to stay in a building in a stagnant or vegetative way at all. Then there was always a teeming storm at all times right in front of you, brain activity of all sorts, inside and outside the rooms at all times.

After high school was out, I remember working all through snack period, walking back and forth, not eating until after 5pm. Most of my friends were home by 3pm, watching tv, going shopping and the like. I worked all through high school this way. I never had to explain the where of anything. I perfected the art of delayed gratification every day during my teens.

Now, I am reaping some of the benefits. I can actually relax and not work like I did for all my childhood. Democrats tend to resent this for some reason. They call it walking around or something.

Today, if you are not in a particular building, they assume you are lying about your chosen profession. I suppose society conditions people to think in this way.

I even tutor on occasion. I still get the where. Perhaps, it is just the "easy come, easy go" mentality that people hold in this state. They don't equate a person to a person, but an occupation or money to a person's identity. I consider a profession a type of calling, and if they are only in it for money, there is something cheap about that. My job is actually to place them in society in all sorts of professions and to make all types of income. My job doesn't require the backbiting and the sabotage involved that seems to make the world turn these days.

(And they still try to sabotage you. Go figure the state of the economy..)

Of course, I answer "everywhere" like I usually do. Usually, I have to do that anyway. Life is a grouping of lessons that take place all over the place. You learn from others, and others teach you at all times. It is a stimulating world, if one looks at it right.

Too bad, there's a bunch of chore - mongers all over the place, scheming to figure out where you are at all times, just so they can take it all away. I especially consider it cheap that they even try to steal my students from me. Like they view students as money instead of real live human beings with learning needs. How cheap can these illegals be? I can see why they are never really Americans.

In my line of work, you are always working, even when you are not in any one building.

(No, people, you don't need to check to see if I have papers..)

Democrats!

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Living Life

I accomplished a great deal setting up and then taking down furniture for summer cleaning yesterday. I'm still not done. I think I have to re - do certain things at my friend's and also my place. Summer is a time for all this rearranging. I wonder which illegal - minded groups are going to notice my presence doing all my summer work and call me lazy next? They even look in your windows to see if you are sleeping. Maybe there should be an unwritten rule in the INS contracts?

No work-horses or chore hounds, just good solid professionals with a sense of balance in life? Work is not your identity, after all. It's something that you do. I can tell they have a lot of time on their hands, watching me. I find that a lot of illegal immigrants today are actually actual residents acting this way. Can we send them off to a cruise just to get a break this summer? Any millionaires out there willing to ship them off to Alcatraz?

I can't wait to write about them.