anonymous and waiting

I am finally waking up to the subtle feeling that every person in River Dog knows of me. This may be an exaggeration, but not by much.

This is a much different assignment than the fair mother city. Even though I knew what seemed like half that city back in Texas, there was still a fair amount of anonymity. That ain't going to happen here. And I guess I accept that.

In an unrelated note, I am experiencing a wait period. The Creator is having me wait on, god knows what? an identity? a job? a reason? I don't know.

Remodeling our basement was the only thing keeping me sane. But my wife had knee surgery last week. So now I'm Mr. Mom, doing all the kid duties 24/7. So it goes. Now I'm waiting on finishing the basement. The finish line is oh so close.

But on the identity/purpose front: I accepted a voluntary position on the Reach Out board as treasurer. I've never cared too much about non-prof boards and their ilk. But I'm in love with this rag-tag group. There's no room for politics. Everyone is either an aging grandma from the local poverty culture or some other weirdo. It looks like the Star Wars cantina scene.

I think I'll fit right in.

dissipate

Many thanks for your communications with the creator in my behalf. I can feel them and see the results. Fears have dissolved. Things still don't make sense. But they've never made sense to the world around me. So, all is well.

I am still hacking away at the massive basement overhaul. It is about 80-85% finished. Almost there.

Things are opening up for us this year. I have great expectations, fear or not.

Other than that...it's still winter. There's almost 4 foot high snow banks beside my driveway. Like winter, it ain't going anywhere anytime soon. So meeting the locals are usually events that happen intentionally or indoors somewhere. No neighborhood stuff.