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Gods know I'm neurotic enough I ought to have compassion for people suffering from mental illness. But why do they all have to call ME?
The incident wasn't a total loss; I got to go out of the office and investigate something on a day when I'd thought to stay indoors doing paperwork all day. That was kind of nice. There's a tiny little wildflower popping up in barren, sandy places. It looks like a tiny iris, about three inches tall perhaps. Wouldn't surprise me if that was what it is. I'd never seen them before in such numbers. Violet petals fading to white toward the center. Very nice. Also the trilliums (trillii?) are out, very thick and heavy this year. I think the rain we got over the past few weeks helped there.
And we did find a problem. Not the one the people thought it was, when they called me, but a problem nonetheless. (I would have known there was a real problem because NON-crazy people also called me today, but they only called after I'd already gone out on the first complaint.) Let that be a lesson to me; just because somebody's upset doesn't mean everything they tell you is wrong. Of course I knew that anyway; that's why I investigated in the first place.
I'm doing well, I think. It's a bit hectic at the moment (for me-- no doubt most of you wouldn't think it was) but I'm handling it fairly well, even the hostility of people who can't understand how my vision is so bad that I can't even see all the-- well, what they tell me they're seeing.
It's a lovely day, but I miss some of my friends. Thought of Athelind and Quelonzia today. Maybe I'll ride over there and say hi to them. It's a bit of a motorcycle ride-- couple thousand miles one way-- but riding a motorcycle across the continent seems like a worthwhile thing to do.
Maybe next year. :)
The incident wasn't a total loss; I got to go out of the office and investigate something on a day when I'd thought to stay indoors doing paperwork all day. That was kind of nice. There's a tiny little wildflower popping up in barren, sandy places. It looks like a tiny iris, about three inches tall perhaps. Wouldn't surprise me if that was what it is. I'd never seen them before in such numbers. Violet petals fading to white toward the center. Very nice. Also the trilliums (trillii?) are out, very thick and heavy this year. I think the rain we got over the past few weeks helped there.
And we did find a problem. Not the one the people thought it was, when they called me, but a problem nonetheless. (I would have known there was a real problem because NON-crazy people also called me today, but they only called after I'd already gone out on the first complaint.) Let that be a lesson to me; just because somebody's upset doesn't mean everything they tell you is wrong. Of course I knew that anyway; that's why I investigated in the first place.
I'm doing well, I think. It's a bit hectic at the moment (for me-- no doubt most of you wouldn't think it was) but I'm handling it fairly well, even the hostility of people who can't understand how my vision is so bad that I can't even see all the-- well, what they tell me they're seeing.
It's a lovely day, but I miss some of my friends. Thought of Athelind and Quelonzia today. Maybe I'll ride over there and say hi to them. It's a bit of a motorcycle ride-- couple thousand miles one way-- but riding a motorcycle across the continent seems like a worthwhile thing to do.
Maybe next year. :)
