I cannot speak to the quality of tonight’s post as I write it at the end of a rather exhaustive turn of days and under the worst of desert circumstances. To begin, I spent the weekend at comicon walking around and really enjoying the presentation of people and panels and general fun. The event was wonderful and taxed me in a pleasant manner but taxed me nonetheless. There was a rather difficult moment this sunday when I discovered my pass had disappeared. I had to buy a new one to get into the event this very Sunday in a moment of what my eldest referred to as Karma. I don’t think I did anything so terrible as to deserve losing the pass, but if I did I was reminded of it when I returned home to discover my air conditioner had gone out. The way these things work here is that you are afforded one unit for each level of your home. I have two levels and thus two machines. The upstairs went out and my upstairs is at the moment 91 degrees Fahrenheit. It is far from bearable, which is why it is so wonderful to have a downstairs. Lets hope that doesn’t go out before the night is through.
Karma indeed.
I don’t quite view the term in this particular way, but I do believe in a sense of balance. Good and bad float in opposition, so if so much bad befalls me I ought to be ripe for some good. Ought to be ripe for it indeed, yet instead I find myself tested in so many ways and have come to believe that good and bad, if they do float in diametric opposition fail to do so over the life of a single individual. Some folks just have all the look while others experience wellsprings of pain with no opposite number. I’m exaggerating here to a certain extent but there is a kernel of truth and disappointment that guides the words.