The Uncertainty Principle: This is the new stuff--I come dancing in-----

This has been a people orientated week.
Forcing me off garage duty.
Visitors, coffee clutch, lunch with friends.
All enjoyable....
I had been locked in the garage working on organizing it
for days now and a break was necessary although i never like to admit that.
I have the ability to become a total hermit if i
don't make a concerted effort to see people.
I really have to watch myself to prevent old guy isolationism...
As you will find out I have spent some time whining,this week unfortunately...

I had a few days recently where--as you will

read below--where,I guess i was just doing it wrong.
Doing everything wrong in varying ways, shapes and forms.

With the garage project interrupted temporarily

I did little things about the place,

but could not seem to get things to work out successfully
on the first try--

I had to take time to recenter, refocus.

To determine what was I doing and how i was doing it?

Once I am back on the clock I'll do better.
I hope to, at any rate.

Do you ever get overwhelmed by the feeling that you talk too much?

I do, constantly.

There is an ever present gauge in my head measuring

the number of words i am saying.

I try to insure that the meter's indicator is balanced---

right in the middle, the correct zone where

I am neither disturbing people by being too silent,

or disturbing people by speaking way way too much.

I manage to fuck it tho almost all the time...

When i was younger i almost never spoke and that

disturbed the people around me, they let me know how disturbing it was

in no uncertain terms.

I tried to compensate, and the result is that i over compensate....

which, of course, is even worse---

This has been a very social week and that may be

why this internal judgement is so powerful with me right now?

Perhaps the gauge will return to balance next week?

Weirdness as well this week in terms of boombox collecting.

Monday I bought a mint, big, Magnavox box from a seller on EBay.

Found it, loved it, hit the buy it now button and paid
but then the seller cancelled my payment...

In checking the box for immediate shipment the seller
discovered the volume control wasn't working properly
and killed the deal.

While I totally admired the honesty involved---

I was completely, totally bummed by the deal falling through--

Bummed-badly..just mentally bummed.

I never had a real, I mean a real, huge, New York City style boombox when i was younger

first and foremost, they were just way too expensive--then there was the fact that--
My old man at the time was busily promoting the conservative philosophy
of then Vice President, Spiro T. Agnew.
That long hair and loud music was
a communist plot to destroy good ole white republican 'merica.
My old man in defending 'merica determined that
a real Ghetto Blaster was a communist device and never gave up that conviction.
Why ruin a great philosophy with the fact
that Spiro T. Agnew wound up in prison?
So no boombox around the family plot.