Drifters All
Tuesday is a gray day. A bit of snow this morning becomes an annunciation of winter. I look forward to winter because days are shorter. There’s the respite from growth. Absent the need to transform energy into concrete form, I make room for contemplation, reading, marinating my sense of self with the mind of someone else. I allow more time for conversation because Nature at rest means that grass mowing isn’t any more on my to-do list.
This morning I benefited from quality conversations with three friends. One will soon return to Florida. He will be missed by the morning regulars at Starbucks.
In yet another conversation I shared what I read about the promised reopening of the Stellantis car factory at Belvedere, Illinois. Several small business owners were interviewed for the Washington Post article. They said they expected a significant benefit when the plant opens to manufacture trucks. Nevertheless they expect to vote for former president Trump in the 2024 election. They’d just feel better with Trump at the helm. Somehow I am not surprised.
Such stories lend an exclamation point to my suspicion. I suspect that the irrational, our hidden desires, or misunderstood true desires, — in other words the irrational, is in the decision making driver’s seat.
Yet another conversation with a friend, who expressed her weariness. Working for one of her clients, after much research she ascertained that an overture to her client by another organization, actually came from a shell company. She warned her business associate against having further contact with someone who took trouble to disguise their true identity. So yeah, “stay’n alive” in today’s business environment requires considerable due diligence, and there is no way around this tiresome prospect.
I feel like a tune. Here I Go Again by Whitesnake seems just right. A beautiful video, sensual, sonic perfection.
