Something’s burning. No, it’s not my poor attempts at cooking while S.Rod recuperates. It is hope.
Of course, you might say that hope does not burn by nature. It wafts like perfume or accumulates like rain in a bucket. But I am a man of fire, I thrive under the concept of lighting a match under my own ass and getting things done. This is my version of hope, a blue flame that consumes everything around me and burns the sludge off the skeleton of my dream, letting me start fresh.
So over the past week, I have found that while I thought I was pretty close to becoming a toasted has-been of myself, I had started several good projects over the last year, but did not bring any of them to fruition. I can’t tell you why, I guess I was being too critical (what a surprise!)
But revisiting these things gave me a bit of hope… that maybe I just needed a different angle on them to make them complete. When I took that new angle on a couple of things, the concept fell into place. If only I could go back and time and save myself the Tums ingestion that led me here.
As always, my constant need for mental self-improvement is being realized. There will be many revisions to this site and all of the sites in the M.Sahm-S.Rod universe, but it is now the question of appeasing the real world since we are homeowners.
Case in point: the unfinished basement of our townhouse has taken much longer for me to renovate than it should have. I started doing my initial clean-up in July, and expected to be done by now. But my original game plan has had financial concerns, since getting contractors to be mindful of your budget is a lost cause. But I’m getting really close. I cannot wait to post photos of the before and afters. Hell, it might be like posting baby pictures for me. At least as close as I want to get right now.
Speaking of photos, I have been severely lacking in getting even one online of the townhouse. Sadly, it all hinges on the basement. All of the things that are supposed to be down there are in all of the other rooms. The weekend warrior workflow I have keeps me from finishing much outside of basement things… but I’m trying to keep my patience. I’m trying real hard, Ringo. This has just been an overbearing project for one person.
The silver lining? When the basement is finished, life will be like a line of dominoes… everything will start happening. I’m psyched because I can see it all. I can smell it. No longer will I be a sitting duck, waiting for a giant clichéd fate to land on me. I’m doing as much as I can to make the dream happen. Cheers.