- jimlouis 5-20-2008 4:18 am [link]
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What Is A Theorem?
It's like going back to a point in time where failure is lurking with its big stick, ready to cold cock you right upside your head, and there seems to be no way to prevent it. You see it happening and are waiting it out. There is a pain coating every occasional pleasure.
That is the downside of my thinking on tomorrow mornings trip to N. Carolina, back to a house rented out but pretty much neglected for the last 14 years. I haven't had much luck contacting the renters. I'll probably have to break in. It is only through the grapevine that I know they have moved out, as per my request. I wasn't happy with the look of the place when I glanced at it last year so I decided on the spot to begin this process. What I felt looking at it was shame.
I'm not packing anything. Only going down for a few days, to get a feel for what needs done. I have a cheap ass air mattress that doesn't leak yet and a moldy sleeping bag, so I'll throw those in the car along with the bag I haven't unpacked from the last trip to NY. I seem to have retained a lot of memories from this backwater low rent house bordered by woods and tobacco fields north of Chapel Hill. They can't all be bad but I'm going to have to work at it to pull up some good ones. I'm ready to go to work though. I'm going to whistle while I work. I am going to be chipper. I mean, I don't actually live in the past, so it would seem to me that nothing from there can really hurt me. That's not like a proven theorem though, is it?
It's like going back to a point in time where failure is lurking with its big stick, ready to cold cock you right upside your head, and there seems to be no way to prevent it. You see it happening and are waiting it out. There is a pain coating every occasional pleasure.
That is the downside of my thinking on tomorrow mornings trip to N. Carolina, back to a house rented out but pretty much neglected for the last 14 years. I haven't had much luck contacting the renters. I'll probably have to break in. It is only through the grapevine that I know they have moved out, as per my request. I wasn't happy with the look of the place when I glanced at it last year so I decided on the spot to begin this process. What I felt looking at it was shame.
I'm not packing anything. Only going down for a few days, to get a feel for what needs done. I have a cheap ass air mattress that doesn't leak yet and a moldy sleeping bag, so I'll throw those in the car along with the bag I haven't unpacked from the last trip to NY. I seem to have retained a lot of memories from this backwater low rent house bordered by woods and tobacco fields north of Chapel Hill. They can't all be bad but I'm going to have to work at it to pull up some good ones. I'm ready to go to work though. I'm going to whistle while I work. I am going to be chipper. I mean, I don't actually live in the past, so it would seem to me that nothing from there can really hurt me. That's not like a proven theorem though, is it?
Aim High
