Storm

The weather here is bad. Fay is not a hurricane, but it won't leave and has dumped more than two feet of rain on some areas. The upside is that I did not go to work the past two days, so I stayed home and finished scanning all my California negatives. I read and watched movies and did little else. But I must go to work today in worse weather.

I do not want to go to work any longer.

When my father was at the end of his life, I asked him if he had any advice for his faithful son. He said that I should do what I want. Faulkner said that the reason most people are unhappy is that they don't know what they want.

And therein lies the rub. There have been times when what I wanted has been very, very bad for me. A lack of judgement, perhaps.

We like to maintain positivity, but sometimes--no matter what the Civitans say--we are offered no good choices in the most defined of situations.

From the outside looking in, of course, dispassionate and disinterested, things never seem quite the same.

I'm not certain that either my father or Faulkner were right. But today, I will go to work in the dark, bruised rain in this time of seemingly unstoppable storms.