My life is in shuffle mode
Random. This is how screen savers pull images from my past that are tucked benignly in my pictures folder and slides, fades, and eases them across my vision. It is also how tunes vie for one of my audio teats in a world desensitized from excessive din.
Random. This is how my life's events are emerging in a shuffle pattern that is almost impossible to predict. Good, bad, good, good, good, bad, bad, and on it goes like a surreal binary code.
Random. Title change at work after being told it wouldn't happen, and it pleasantly reflects my degree efforts. It's too bad it didn't come with the other perks and money that it should have. My home computer power supply fried, taking the motherboard and leaving me with toast without orange marmalade. A sudden snowstorm canceled work Friday. My amaryllis is in full bloom with huge, 8" scarlet blossoms. I am cooking Easter dinner tomorrow for 24 people and I haven't finished cleaning my house. The coons have left the chimney just in time for company coming. I didn't hear back from my application to the library in the Southwest so I guess I wasn't what they were after. I have a loving cat on my lap. I have a splitting headache that may be a result of either tension (see dinner above) or a combination of numerous stresses - bad binary code.
Life is sure odd, isn't it? I can't predict or explain or even plan for any of the things that are continually happening. I always feel like I am just ducking and dodging and trying to stay on my feet while the events of my life are just ... in shuffle mode.
Random. So why try and get prepared when it is just random. You can't possibly hit it right. Odds are just random.
Random. This is how my life's events are emerging in a shuffle pattern that is almost impossible to predict. Good, bad, good, good, good, bad, bad, and on it goes like a surreal binary code.
Random. Title change at work after being told it wouldn't happen, and it pleasantly reflects my degree efforts. It's too bad it didn't come with the other perks and money that it should have. My home computer power supply fried, taking the motherboard and leaving me with toast without orange marmalade. A sudden snowstorm canceled work Friday. My amaryllis is in full bloom with huge, 8" scarlet blossoms. I am cooking Easter dinner tomorrow for 24 people and I haven't finished cleaning my house. The coons have left the chimney just in time for company coming. I didn't hear back from my application to the library in the Southwest so I guess I wasn't what they were after. I have a loving cat on my lap. I have a splitting headache that may be a result of either tension (see dinner above) or a combination of numerous stresses - bad binary code.
Life is sure odd, isn't it? I can't predict or explain or even plan for any of the things that are continually happening. I always feel like I am just ducking and dodging and trying to stay on my feet while the events of my life are just ... in shuffle mode.
Random. So why try and get prepared when it is just random. You can't possibly hit it right. Odds are just random.
posted by artcat | 8:04 PM
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