Boss said...

Yea, the boss said put something on the sign.  So I did, sort of.  It’s a new year, there should be something on the sign to mark the departure of 2014 and the arrival of 2015.  

What’s to say about the year just passed?  Well, it passed.  Slid off into the abyss of history while other operations, internal operations, were underway.  For me 2014 stands  as evidence in support of the assertion that when one sets about extricating and evicting the consequences of some major unhappiness from your life there’s a lot of prep work to be done before you call the guys with the dynamite and bulldozers.  Before you get to the stage of the game where the six horse hitch of D6 start taking tension on the chains waiting for someone to scream “fire in the hole!!!” you have to have made preparations to support what’s going to be left hanging over the hole when the whatever it was is gone. 

That’s what 2014 was for me, a year of carefully excavating around the edges of what 2013 revealed, a year of measuring and assessing and designing the scaffoldings, a year of experimenting with various quick set mixtures and building the forms to pour permanent columns beneath the load, working up the plans for how to fill the space between the columns with things of satisfaction and delight rather than fear and loathing clothed in lethal rage. 

For a year I’ve given thought to those in my life who’s lives are entangled with mine, those whose lives will be impacted, doing my best to set them gently on their feet well clear of the blast zone well before things get interesting.  Amazing, how the chains of causality twist around when you start really looking at things, amazing how much responsibility we all carry for the lives closest to our own.  Their lives have been influenced by mine over the years, they’ll have things hanging over that hole as well, it isn’t fair to pull without making as sure as possible nothing of theirs falls in either.  I wish I could do more, but then again it is their life, not mine, and they’ve had as much warning as I did.

What will 2015 turn into?  Not a clue. For all I know by the end of year I may be a homeless snowbird touring the land looking for someplace to settle, looking for someplace, someone, that truly feels like home.  If so?  So be it.  The what was is nothing but a glide slope to a grave, no reason to stay here  (cue up the song Wanderin’ Star from the movie “Paint Your Wagon”… yea, me and Ben Rumson…).  This town is way to contaminated for me to ever trust it, never again.  So, what’s left to say about 2014 going on 2015?  Not much, just four words:

!!!FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!