It's been almost 12 years, an eventful span, since I really did what was then called keeping a journal. Back then we did it in private, not really knowing if anyone would ever read of our apprehensions, dreams and trials. Now it's called blogging and although I wrote down thoughts (in a notebook) through the dark years of 2001 through maybe 2007, that dismal perspective has passed. Things are good and life is way different than it was when I wrote of my travels across half the country back in October of 1999, back in the 20th Century. That was when I made my journey to Phoenix where I still live and work.
I came here to make money, to make $2500 a week, but that didn't happen. I also came here married, but that lasted only another year or so. And I came here ignorant of my own inclination to insanity, but I'm at least a little bit aware of that today. The matrimonial status will likely change soon. That would be because I'm fortunate to have a lovely woman in my life named Gina, my little SweetPea.
So I spend my days at work for Qwest soon to be CenturyLink watching Mexican guys dig holes in the ground so I can then jump into the holes and create splices on the telephone cables. It's the kind of stuff we did when I lived in Hawaii in the late 90s, only there it was mostly aerial work up on telephone poles, a much more pleasant environment to me. I am tired beyond words of hunching over wires in a dusty, hot hole in the ground, especially when it is 115 degrees like is called for today. May something change soon. Hold on, I'll be right back...gotta jump in the pit since our cable just arrived...........
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