Had one good thing happen today ... got a new Unicity Network sign-up ... he's a real old guy (late 70's) and doesn't "get" the web part of this, but he's been a life-long sales guy and he's looking for something to do (and set up for his kids), so I'm anticipating that he'll at least be active. Had a 2.5 hour lunch with him today and did all the paperwork. I already miss the "old new comp plan" ... the new one has so much stuff in it, that I can barely get a handle on it, let alone try to explain it ... the one it replaced I was able to do on the back of a napkin. Oh well ... they tell me it's much more lucrative. I like lucrative.
Ran off from lunch to 2U to work on the web site ... didn't actually get anything done on the site, but did manage to get all the pics off of these posters for the page I'm doing on the building fund ... somebody supposedly had scans of that stuff, but kept sending me vacation pics instead ... I figure after two months of trying to get the damn pictures for the site, I'd take matters in my own hands and grab the originals ... now I have to scan them. I had just enough time to get those (and replace them with xerox copies on the posters) and then to get down to pick up Daughter #1 for her martial arts class. Run, run, run all day ... finally get back to my computer at about 7pm and find 100 posts to the Friends list. Just now getting caught up. I need to sleep.
CURRENTS OUT OF TIME
these illusions
intertwine
with the shadows
of that reality
we act and drive
press at the bounds
but have nothing left
when day is done
so many trials
so many wasted hours
we try so hard
to build new worlds
within these frames
but all our efforts
fall away
like castles of dry sand
once again
temptation comes
to allow ourselves
to dare believe
that we might yet
carve out a home
from threatening walls
and crueller stone
but we can not
in truth believe
because of wounds
deep in our soul
the marks of hopes
ripped from the flesh
leaving gaps to scab
and turn to scars
still the tides
sometimes appear
to move new ways
as if from alien moons
and we find a wondering
if the universe might change
and let us have our way
to finally be at last
- Brendan Tripp
07/11/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp