Conflagration of Bull Crap
I will save everyone
a trip to the dictionary and I am sure will hardly impress you with my vocabulary,
but conflagration usually refers to wild fire where there is violence or
destruction. I am so sure you knew all that but was a word I heard one time and
believe I have used in my blog and I just love the way it rolls off my tongue in
an undulating four syllable drool, that
really sounds like you know what you are talking about . It just seems like
this word so clearly illustrates my day, but still it wasn’t too bad. Worked last
night on a piece about World trade that I put off editing and was planning on
posting it today, but after I read last night’s
ramblings , I just couldn’t bore you with another, and Kev says. Further agonizing reappraisal of
the World trade blog realizes in me that you the reader , really didn’t need
something to put you to sleep, so I shelved
it till who knows when, if ever, or may
end up page one of my lost memoirs.
A conflagration
of events or a fiery storm of events which resulted in violence and
destruction, pretty well sums up my day. I try to plan what I am going to do
when I have help here so that I can take care of priority items requiring extra
labor. James and I are good friends and he has helped me a lot. Still anytime
you have someone in employ, you try and mentor them by setting an example of
how you should do something especially when it’s costing me. I get so
frustrated sometimes as I feel I am always in a hurry and know I need to slow
down , but it is kind of the way I work or should I say I used to. sure doesn’t
happen like it used to , but then again I am not running a dozer fine grading with
a laborer and cutting to grade final base for concrete. When you run heavy equipment it seems as if
you are always in hurry, I was told to always keep the blade full and they
(bosses) will be happy. And they were, now whether I was on grade then I doubt
it but the blade was full. I always ran dozer as fast as I could and could
grade with the best of them, I also ran other heavy equipment such as
excavators from the small mini hoe doing utilities to large excavators. They paid
well and bosses wanted production and I was also a member of the Operating
Engineers Local 18 and worked for several contractors including Beaver excavation.
At one point I was Division Manager of Kurtz Bros., Commercial Division, Cleveland
Oh., managing and supervising construction crews in developing industrial
properties in Cleveland area. Time is always money and when you are talking
heavy equipment it doesn’t take long to add up the dollars.
I have had days
when you would get off the dozer and before your foot hit the ground, a foreman
would ask you why you were stopping. When you told him to visit the little boys
room and then I would ask if he wanted to go along and hold my hand, sometimes
you would get a scowl and others would say no and laugh. It’s the ones that
scowls that I worry about. So when it gets to the point you can’t take a leak
you know your time is worth something. So back to my firestorm of events. I picked
up a couple of workbenches today that was gave to me and then was soon home as I ended up here at the house. That part
of my day went as it was supposed to.
First it was the
Ohio spits. It’s those big gobs of water firing at you from out of the sky in
no certain direction from gray clouds that may or may not be rain. Leaving you
with the uncertainty of knowing if you are going to get soaked or just irritated.
They are big and aim for your face as its icy water slides down your face trying
to persuade you to go inside and avoid being frozen from being soaked. I planned
on working outside and with help here it was continue on, and when we need to,
we can head to greenhouse. I couldn’t find my charger for the cordless drill
and it was surely something I couldn’t do without, as It also had my spare
battery. Without it I ended up having to find another variable speed drill I could
use. I added an electric cord but it was to short, and was soon grabbing a
longer one as the first came up five feet short so I had to go from a 25 -50
foot electric cord. Finally I get everything set up and it starts raining. I head
to the greenhouse where I had James looking for bolts for a clamp we were going
to use. We worked on front door of greenhouse and managed to get it opening the
way it should as wind had worked on the door frame and loosened it. Of course
through this all, we must have had 3 trips between greenhouse and house to get
tools. I have one set of tools spread out between three places and it gets kind
of frustrating remembering which place I left a particular tool in, as in the
case of the charger and it isn’t small or easily overlooked or is it?
We were able
to fix the door and then I potted up
about 25 yews James and I started from cuttings a couple of years ago and are
now in the 6-12 inch range and getting fuller with several off shoots. I also
noticed I have 10 forsythia bushes started in same size range that are blooming
already. So after watering I finally gave up on trying to find the charger, so I
watched a movie called Great Expectations based on the book by the same name
but not in period times, instead more up to date modern version. It starred Gwyneth
Paltrow who played the young girl when the boy first visited Miss Haversham. I liked
the movie and remember how that book set my imaginations spinning as one thing
the book talked about was the clocks that stopped at the exact time she was
supposed to get married and wedding cake decorated and dried out and slumped to
one side with cobwebs tracing lines between wine goblets on a dusty linen
tablecloth. The movie didn’t go to such detail, instead set a stage that at the
same time had its merits. A must see, and one could call it easily a chic flic,
with a little romance thrown in for good measure. Isn’t Gwyneth the one that recently
consciously uncoupled with another actor?
The fire of
doubt and wonder of where my charger was continued to consume me and it was
tearing me up not knowing. My help left and the day was shot but still I managed
to get a lot done, but that charger was giving me fits and I didn’t want to
spend another 90 -120 dollars to buy a new one. The drill was ok but it just isn’t
my trusty Dewalt screwdriver. I looked systematically in all the places, I even went down to Mom’s basement and then
she asks me after I trudged back up the steps , and after I wasted half day looking for that damn charger
if I looked up on the corner of the freezer in the back room. Well then I remembered
that when the power went off last time I had to drill a hole to fish an
extension cord down through from the generator to the furnace. By the time I was
ready to hook it up the power came back on. I left the charger plugged in on a
lower freezer and mom moved it up and placed it high on the corner of the
freezer next to it, and I just look
passed it, in fact we both, james and I walked past it five times as that is
how many times we looked in there.
A conflagration
of events precipitated my final discovery of where my sources of irritation lie;
it is deep seated in the bowels of me. The terror and violence rained down on
me is by my own doing, the violence of my frustration is seated in me and my
conscience. I refuse to let it destruct me. Lest I never be able to use the
word conflagration again. Now you will be saying this word all day long and
have me to thank for it.
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