time stands still...

the lack of bricks has been spectacularly rectified. even the kayak is in place - although as yet, unfloated. romantically, im claiming the 5th, even if the american constitution dont apply.

The Pumphouse is the setting. This is hot off the press! Only 2 days ago, friday evening, at 5.25pm, i was still a tennant. one glorious minute later and this view was mine. After months of wrangling and arranging, it came down to the last 4 minutes of the business day, a day spent mostly on the phone, with my head scrambled and useless for much else. I now have one week cross-over before i have to exit Langton Way. Hey, so what am i doing here.....

follow the rabbit

No house. No canoe. A wonderful short, but No long term romantic prospects. No pet... No problem actually. Of those, only the bricks and mortar are bothering me deeply but my work continues to dictate and it dictates personal chaos. Fine.

34 by now. Feeling 40 approach somehow and I have no idea how thats happened. still feel like a child on the inside, and lets be honest, act like one on the out. Everything is always 'tomorrow' with me. Personal goals certainly. If its work, or a friend, it gets done, then. Otherwise, long finger. very lonng finger. Will it ever change... YES... tomorrow?

Couple of exciting things on the horizon. Work has properly taken off in the US. over there for a week in a few weeks time. Washington DC area. Merger with a complimentary co. appears bigtime on the cards in the UK vv soon (if you read this in a year and snigger, i wont care, ill be in a tight fitting white padded jacket).

Reading all sorts of interesting lit. from ethical slutdom to freakonomics; the alchemist * to bondage stories; science experiments for kids to lean manufacturing; and from Nietsche to Mao... its a chaos of fact and fict.

Coelho's Alchemist deserves special credit. Epiphinal moments come few. What pre-reading this was a personal dissatisfaction, a self-depreciating lack of respect for the 'choice process' what brung me here, post-coelho was, is, a deep sense of comfort and pleasure, a belief and respect for the path and the method, albeit somewhat in ignorance followed. Whereas I once questioned and found no real decisiveness or courage in the selection of my path, going back all the way into school, to the very early days, the birth of my decision making - now I see reason, courage, direction. Not in my traditional value form. But strongly, firmly, instinctively, following opportunity, wheedling out openings, picking up threads, sending out signals, riding the waves of chance and positively actively allowing myself to be taken forward.

Like this:

at 16, bunk off double french to watch video on carlow rtc, lands me there - while in last year stubbornly follow the hopeful prize route - carlow to europe with award in pocket - stopped in my tracks by thief in amsterdam... for 4 years - follow an eve to the garden of australia - breakup takes me back to the nest - roots and friendships recharged, the good ship 'love' and the winds of 'opportunity' blow me back to holland - death, heartbreak, pain and anxiety drive me here (in a big lorry) - speculation puts kell in my path, leading me to a job that is all me, tailor made. I know this bcos I tailor made it. Again though, by following chance and being alive to the possibilities.
Where once I looked back feeling I hadnt been decisive and actively involved in 'choosing' my path, I now appreciate my activly creating or being open to chance, and instinctively following the white rabbit...

See you in 2008. x d

My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind. - Albert Einstein

when it rains it pours

It takes me over a year to write a new post, and then mere hours to write another - its symptomatic of me: go go go, then get distracted, bored, annoyed and move on to something else. No doubt this will prove similar.

Picked up a diary recently...
WHAT a read! Im sure thats behind my blogging again. It was a revelation... bringing back memory after memory, forgotten details, names, events, heartache, joy, hopes - mind boggling. makes me determined (in that unique short-lived way of mine) to get blogging again, esp after coming on here and finding all those great old posts. Ill get them archived on here so theyll be searchable.

A little more meat on the bones of my life of late? Why not...

reWIND

From then (last post sometime early in o4)
till now (l8 aug 05) ::

Haychpee1 fazed out gradually, kelsys brought fully online over a year ago now, life as two reduced to one again unfortunately but necessarily, wheels acquired, own ground zero established, new friends gathered and nurtured, countless weddings & stags attended, weight lost/gained/lost again, hair cut 11 times, 1x christmas, new year and birthday celebrated, hours of footie played (and watched), 5th european cup won, financial advisor brought onboard, kelsys goes from strangth to strength, the teeters on the brink of existence, only to pull through stronger than ever *phew* just recently, still not canoed.

Future tension?
Investment in kelsys, develop into USA market, my role gradually moving closer to original brief (after 2 yrs?), more face2face, travel, more work from home, hope to move/buy soon, holiday in sept with ev (looks like 1wk majorca), stezzabuzza's stag this weekend in waterford (30 men, 7 kottages, kegs, karts, kilts n karnage), then his wedding party (note: NOT wedding, but wedding party - they marry just as 2 in Rome) upon mine n evs return from holiday.
Other 2do's ::
Play footie for a team
Start bloody canoing
Volunteer for Cats n Dogs home
Get courage to buy pet without fear of killing it (salamander? Terrapin? all still likely to die in my care)
Learn to Dance (properly)
Go to bed on time

Ill update again in a year or so... hopefully sooner!