October 4, 2011 Courage my love

The summer rolled on through to fall and I almost missed it. Work has resolved their issues, and as usual in a union/management dispute there are no winners.
But work has returned. I am off at the moment. Struggling up a hill of darkness and depression, trying to make sense of death, grieving for the days lost, grieving for the life that will never be. It is the saddest of times.

I know all the crap about life must go one, blah, blah but it doesn't go on the same.. A big hole exist in the fabric that surrounds. A piece torn out of your universe, and it is impossible to patch.

The garden was a half success. Half in that there was tomato blight, and half in that the surviving crop was astounding. The heritage tomatoes awesome.
I have learned that single best way to make sauce is to roast the tomatoes (and peppers and zuchinni and eggplant). It adds a wonderful depth to the food.

I will be back at work by the end of the month, as soon as I pull the tattered fabrics of my life back together in some semblance of normalcy. At least normal enough to pass muster amongst my fellow workers, most of whom possess the attention to detail and intelligence of a gerbil.

I am reading the "Nameless Detective Series". it's okay, a little bit too much full body contact (in a violent not sexual way) but the characters are solid and the story travels through time, allowing the characters to develop into solid interesting protagonists on their own. The author is extremely prolific, but thankfully the books are short so I can kick the crap out of one a day. Has not fully engaged all the synapses of my being, but I would give it a B+. Solid and entertaining.

That's it for now, I will return with tales about my IPad.. Technology, and for that matter, anything which requires me paying attention takes courage my love...