Pic of the day: Crucifixion by Josse Lieferinxe
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straight-forward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto 1, lines 1-6
I have plans.
The plan is to go to sleep early, and wake up early to go to work. I plan on busting my ass at work, proving my worth to the powers that be.
I expect I’ll get home early enough to run 5.8 or so miles tomorrow evening, even though it’ll be over 90 degrees when I do so.
There should be some kind of news from the people at one of the places I sent a resume to yesterday. I’ll be seeing a number of people from that company around my job tomorrow. With any luck this can turn into a full time permanent job. Crossing fingers on this one.
I plan on heading to my mother’s house on Friday and doing some work there, seeing how I have the day off. The place needs a little bit of sprucing up that only I can do. Well, OK there are other people who can, but only I am in a position to do so currently. 6 of one, half a dozen of the other.
Hoping that I can have some kind of quiet and happy wedding anniversary celebration on Saturday. It’ll be 5 years. Amazing how fast time goes when the world is going haywire around you.
I plan on eventually having a full time job, with benefits sometime in the future, the sooner the better. If the company that I sent the resume into yesterday that I’ll be seeing around doesn’t do it for me, hire me, then someone else will. Can’t stay working freelance forever. That would suck.
I have not read Dante’s Divine Comedy in years. I may pick the book up again in the near future.
I don’t know why I feel so damned despondent about it at the moment. But I do. Not enough money in the bank, no way to save money, never working enough, not paid often enough. I want to buy my wife something for our wedding anniversary and dammit right now I can’t afford a damn thing. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that does not wash out, always stays there.
Lack of funds, lack of stability at work, lack of a future. My life is defined by the things I lack. Yet I work hard, give everything I have to make ends meet. Do all I can, and still I am unfulfilled. Still my life is filled with holes that I cannot fill.
I want better, but I don’t know how to get it. I will someday, and that day will be truly sweet, but until then…
Hail nothing. Full of nothing. Nothing is with thee.
Pic of the day, part ii: Descent from the Cross by Jean-Baptiste Jouvenet
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.
I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.
Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto 1, lines 7-12
That’s it from here, America. G’night.