It's just shy of 10:00 pm and I should have been working on tweaking a registration database for a meeting that will be held next week. Instead, I took my wife to a Mediterrranean restaurant for dinner, after leaving work late, and then came home, turned on the television, and promptly left it on in the background while I perused the Internet. I will regret my failure to work at home, but it will all work out. There's still time.
I looked at several Mexican real estate websites, continuing to seek a place I might be able to afford on Lake Chapala. I found several, but not knowing the area, I don't know whether they are in areas I'd like. I found places in El Chante, La Roca Azul, and other places I've heard of, but am not quite sure where they are. The more I look at my business bank accounts, the more concerned I am that borrowing the money from my business could bankrupt me. But then, again, it could be the best investment I ever made. We'll see.
After drooling over some very pricey homes around Lake Chapala...places far, far beyond my means, even my dreams, I decided I needed to be productive. So, I cleaned the kitchen and took out the trash (tomorrow is trash day). While I was cleaning the kitchen, I kept noticing that my fingernails are getting far too long...I should trim them. But I'm not in the mood. I need to have a manicure. I remember that one of my brothers had a manicure while I was visiting Mexico...another reason to move there, I could afford manicures. Seriously, I need to cut these puppies...I could put someone's eye out.
New clients will visit my office on Monday, bringing with them all the "stuff" they have so desperately wanted to unload...financial management records, registration materials, website FTP access codes, etc.., etc. So, my Monday is shot. I still do not have a signed contract. I will not accept their "stuff" on Monday until I see a signed agreement. I have gotten pretty inflexible on that sort of thing of late...that, and money. I want to see money. A check for the transition fee and first month's management fees must accompany the "stuff" or the "stuff" will have to make its way back to Amarillo, along with the association officers. Life's too short to deal with the crap, without having the money in hand up front.
I have an idea for a sticker for my car. I would like to create the Christian "fish" symbol, but with a twist. At the front, on the lower side of the head, I would like to have an open mouth, with sharp teeth, outlined. The message: I'm a bloodthirsty right-wing Christian. It would probably cause an outcry of immense dimensions. President Bush would say that I am an "evil doer" who represents a "quadraxis of evil" and I would be subject to international pressure to refrain from engaging in uranium enrichment. I would be (to borrow from a really good story my sister-in-law sent me) required to place my hand on the Constitution and swear to uphold the bible. I would be condemned to eternal damnation for pre-emptively taking away the gift of life of children I might have fathered had I not chosen to have a vasectomy when I was 25.
At least the Christian punishments would not (at least publicly) echo the insanity pouring forth from fruitcake Muslim clerics, who want a Muslm man who converted to Christianity killed for his abomination. I tell you, all organized religions are very, very, very dangerous and should be eradicated. Let each person pick his or her own personal fantasy...these organized, well-orchestrated mass delusions are capable of killing people!
It's now 10:15 pm. I need to begin my relaxation process so I can sleep tonight...if only I knew what that relaxation process was!
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