The good, the bad and the ugly

Figures that I would think to write here only when I've had a hell on wheels kind of day. It didn't start out great when the contract work I'm supposed to have ready for March 1st is not going to happen because according to the people who have had responsibility for it since September, their part is not going to be done until mid-April. Oh really. What about that Christmas time line we've been talking about for 6 months? Why after finally starting to harrass people, is the sum of my achievement being that I have a new time line 6 weeks past the point of being any use to me? Can it get any better? You bet it can. Try going to your oral surgeon for a checkup on the work done months ago to find out you have to have it done again. And for all who know the pleasures of oral surgery, yes, I do get to lie there while someone scrapes away at the tender flesh of my gums, yet again...twice in six months. What a lucky girl am I.

And yet, and yet, the news I have not managed to convey yet, buried as it is under all the victim material, I also got into library school! Both number 1 and 2 choices have given me a hearty yea...which of course sets the decision making twister in action yet again. Still...99.5% decided on where to go and when not pondering my tender gums and tenuous contractual agreements...I'm actually pretty happy about finally getting to go after this thing. "I'm ready for my reference question Mr. Demille."

You want me to do what?

I'm not sure if it's old age, stupidity or just plain bad handwriting that's got me into this predicament. All I know is that among the items on my list for today is the ever cryptic "bats?" At least that's what it looks like to me. I've squinted, I've looked at it from different angles, I've snuck up on it quickly and the only other options appear to be dats, bots or eels, none of which exactly clarifies the matter. And I don’t even know if it’s something I’m supposed to be doing, buying, finding or maybe it’s someone I’m supposed to call or meet. Whichever it is, it ain’t gonna happen, not unless I suddenly experience the visual version of tip-of-the-tongue syndrome and find it all coming clear, as if I were a miraculously healed sinner of the blogging set. I think the thing that intrigues me the most about it is that while the hesitancy with which I wrote the word seems to have contributed to its illegibility, the question mark is sure and strong as if I knew where it was all headed and punctuated accordingly. If only other parts of our lives worked that way - preparing ourselves unconsciously for our inevitable failure. Wait a minute, that is how my life works. Just call me Bubbles “I may not know what I’m trying to say but I always know how it’s going to be received” Mandalay.