Morning in the country
Fog shrouds the pines and drops fall heavily from the needles like rain plopping in the crisp, fallen leaves. Walking on the brown grass the leaves crunch and scatter. There is an earthy, pungent smell to winter in the south. Today is still, quiet - sounds come from far away. A diesel truck winds up - shifting gears. Cows plaintively lowing in the fields. Sounds come from very close - a bird, wings flapping in the heavy air. Other sounds are near and familiar - dog sniffing, tags tinkling - one here and another there - searching, wandering. Quiet. Slowly, moaning, the yellow bus chugs its way along its morning rounds. To the east, the sun claws its way up the horizon, cutting through the thick fog - streams of light pierce the darkness and illuminate the saturated air. Another day.
Writing is a skill, but also an art. I'd like to be able to write better. I guess its practice. But, I think it is also a passion that I don't really have. I wrote the paragraph above a few weeks ago after a particularly inspiring morning. It took a while to write. More than it should have, I suppose. I wrote it because I felt the need to put into words the experience. I imagine that writers must feel that way a lot - the urge to write things, to describe things, to put into words that which cannot adequately be described. I don't really have that, but I do admire people who do.
What's a happening today is that we move into our new offices. No, they are not completed. If we wait for that it could be months. Wasn't is clever to have the builder as a business partner? Not really. Turns out the guy has never really built a professional office building and apparently never done a two story building. He's a successful builder, but does mostly retail space - like strip malls. I hope that the elevator is in service today because it will be a tough move if not. It works, alright, but the elevator contractor is in a money dispute with the builder and got the fire marshall to red tag the elevator as leverage. I really hate this process of building. The crescendo of the whole deal was when the foreman asked us when we were planning to have the computer and phone wiring done. What??? Oh, that's a tenant expense, he says, so you guys better do it before we put the sheetrock on the walls. No, the better one is the builder telling us we didn't need a fire detection system. We insisted, fortunately, because he was wrong as the fire marshall pointed out. Still, the system was delayed and it was supposed to be completed last night.
I'm off now to get the ball rolling for today.
JJ
Writing is a skill, but also an art. I'd like to be able to write better. I guess its practice. But, I think it is also a passion that I don't really have. I wrote the paragraph above a few weeks ago after a particularly inspiring morning. It took a while to write. More than it should have, I suppose. I wrote it because I felt the need to put into words the experience. I imagine that writers must feel that way a lot - the urge to write things, to describe things, to put into words that which cannot adequately be described. I don't really have that, but I do admire people who do.
What's a happening today is that we move into our new offices. No, they are not completed. If we wait for that it could be months. Wasn't is clever to have the builder as a business partner? Not really. Turns out the guy has never really built a professional office building and apparently never done a two story building. He's a successful builder, but does mostly retail space - like strip malls. I hope that the elevator is in service today because it will be a tough move if not. It works, alright, but the elevator contractor is in a money dispute with the builder and got the fire marshall to red tag the elevator as leverage. I really hate this process of building. The crescendo of the whole deal was when the foreman asked us when we were planning to have the computer and phone wiring done. What??? Oh, that's a tenant expense, he says, so you guys better do it before we put the sheetrock on the walls. No, the better one is the builder telling us we didn't need a fire detection system. We insisted, fortunately, because he was wrong as the fire marshall pointed out. Still, the system was delayed and it was supposed to be completed last night.
I'm off now to get the ball rolling for today.
JJ