The big grotto

Two hundred and twenty papers graded in the past two days.  How does it happen?  How can I stay awake?  One coffee, eight hours of sleep, keep stress away.  Wait a second, doesn't a mound of papers produce just that? 

This week I blew off getting photos and stuff copied for the inevitable trip to the police station to obtain a driver's license.  In two weeks time I'll be out of reading material again and Dubai is just closer than Muscat. 

Another week here at the raucous jolly rancher comes to a close.  An American interested in working here asked me online what I thought of the joint.  You need patience, you need to be flexible, you need a sense of humor and you need to keep your expectations to a minimum.  I didn't advise the candidate on the necessity of keeping a rosary, that would have sounded like you're putting your life into someone's hands every time you walk out of your dusty door. It's not a dangerous place at all.  It's just one big grotto.

I'm falling into the lazy habit of taking the rosary to bed.  I usually can't finish one decade before I'm out.  But that is a good way to close the day, right? the very last words in head are pleas for mercy and forgiveness. 

A Christmas convoy to Sohar's Crowne Plaza is being discussed.  An hour's drive and a buffet (belch) for 17 OMR, or under fifty bucks.  Fifty bucks!  I don't know.  And we have to work the following day.  Christmas Day.  I'm not much for the holidays anymore, it's a family thing, not for singles who only use it as an excuse to drink.  Ok, I'll go. Ok, maybe not.

I am grateful for Beatles full albums on youtube.  I've tired of listening to the same music I've carried around for the last four years.

Here's a thought that is hard to understand yet it's so simple.  Contained in one second of time is the past, present and future and they fly by us so fast you'd say it is almost impossible to distinguish between them. 

And if you look at each second of time the trio occurs simultaneously and it has been doing that since mankind found the need to measure it.  So you're saying time is immeasurable and looking at all three coinciding with each other will somehow make your life better?  I don't know how to accept the three as one if I keep looking back.  And I prefer not to look towards the future.  To live each moment in the now, to not worry or fret of the past and the future, well that would be a good thing, right? 

So what are your plans for the weekend, speaking of a future I shouldn't be concerned with?  A two week old copy of the Economist, clothes to wash, maybe sweep the flat, sleep a little more, eat a little more.  And more tv.  I watched Gladiator over the course of three nights and one morning.  Is this anyway to live?  It could be worse.