El Nino - and the rains came...

If this is what it looks like to be prepared for lots of rain...we are in big trouble! What's even more troublesome is that this is not on some building that is falling apart or in disrepair. This is attached to a fairly new building. So, I wonder if an inspector really inspected every aspect of the construction. Maybe it was overlooked and thought of as less important than say the roof? Well....isn't this where the runoff from the rains pelting the roof are going to go? But I suppose if the rain gushes straight down as opposed to down and gently out it may not matter much because the result will just be rolling onto the concrete anyway? I wonder if there would be more damage, velocity, some scientific thing if the water comes straight down? Why would the spout divert the flow anyway? How important is it? Should we worry, steer clear, avoid...? Now I'm worried...just another of those things we need to look out for I guess...

Searching for Mr Right...

...and this might just be him! I suppose I'll have to consider those qualities that I find most attractive and important.

Well, at the top of the list would be a good, kind heart. This "hunk" appears to have plenty of room for a large good kind heart! Of utmost importance is height (I adore tall guys) as well as the ability to hug and make me feel safe and cared for...seems to meet those qualities perfectly! I think we're on to something!

Must be over 50, and based on this guy's patina, I'm thinking he fits that bill too. So, on to those personality traits that are desirable...witty, interesting, well read, fun, sensitive, smart, compassionate...a lot to ask for...but certainly important.

However, this guy could be tough to get to know. Nothing about him says 'open' although he is certainly interesting. I can see him as 'fun' at a party and I think he would attract a certain amount of attention. Not too sure about the nuts and bolts of our possible future relationship...might need to take things slowly, ummm, maybe just one step at a time!

A screw loose?

Sooooo, a lady walks into a bar...oh wait, it's not a bar. It's a xerox workroom where lots of busy people make lots of pretty xerox copies of all sorts of interesting things.

Every once in a while something dreadful happens to the delicate machine and all hell breaks loose. Not really, most of the time when the machine gets tired of doing it's job it just sort of jams paper in itself and refuses to work. That's when people using the machine get tired, pull their paper out and walk away quietly. Sometimes they put a sign on it stating that a certain "drawer" is "jamming".

Well...
          one time...
                          early in the morning...
                                                             when the xerox machine decided to be especially grouchy...I noticed that just a few inches away from the front of the machine there was an errant screw. It was lying there as if it had managed to jump ship, escape, run away...only it hadn't made it very far. Maybe it ran out of energy having worked so hard to free itself from the enormous machine that had housed it for so long. It looked so liberated, yet so small and alone. It seemed to be so out of place next to "the mother-ship" as if it had fallen out of the nest!

Not only did I photograph this quirky event, I pondered it's possible meaning as it relates to the big picture of life in a workspace. How is it that a screw so tiny, upon escaping from it;s home can wreak such havoc on our lives by refusing to copy our important papers and refusing to give us what we so desire from the xerox machine?

Yes, this was truly a case of a screw loose...maybe mine?

Seeing Clearly

        Yes, this is certainly how I feel sometimes! Blahhhhhh...approaching 59 years old (this week) and wondering why everything is soooo blurry. Nooooo, I don't think it's the glasses, although if this is the pair I'm wearing, now wonder, right? This pair was found out in the gutter during one of my "walks for sanity" that I used to take frequently. As a side note, I've now taught myself to read while walking on the treadmill at the gym.
        I can identify with this image in so many ways. Actually conjures a sense that a headache may be coming on...at least a stiff neck? I do hope that these weren't left as the result of a traffic accident. I like to think that someone (like me) got frustrated while driving along (la de da ish) and decided that the glasses weren't all that helpful and chucked them out the window of their car. Knowing me, I would then make a series of turns so I could return to the scene and run them over :)        
        All this to admit that the eye doctor told me I needed cataract surgery soon and that's why everything seems blurry. I can't stand my glasses frames either and would love a reason to get a new pair.