It has been nearly a year, less a couple of days. I have my computer, it is in fine form ... and I have a restored tower and keyboard as well, a gift from a friend in May. Finding steady work at an interesting company, writing, managing people on the phone, I feel greatly restored from the physical labor I've had to do these last three years. I receive compliments from co-workers and strangers alike; part of my job is to help people put together the costumes they'd like to buy on the phone ~ suggesting gloves and glasses for santas, an axe for a viking lord, the right wig to play Gene Simmons in Kiss, whatever completely odd thing that might come up ... and I talk to people all over the world when I do it.
So, in large part, I feel restored. I feel that parts of my life are getting sorted, some things that have festered for more than three years. George Bernard Shaw wrote in Major Barbara about the restorative powers of a good job over the balm of religion ~ and I am a G.B. fan. Nothing cures woes like money.
Now, I don't have enough to give money; but I do have plenty of intellect and imagination, plus a will to be generous. So come on, brothers and sisters. This Christmas, you can help me out by finding a way to let me help you. Ask me for something. Ask for help. Ask for an ear. Ask me for a little labor if I know how. Ask me for a blog post. I'll do whatever I can to oblige.
|My thanks to Akira Konno for the image.|
If you have supported me on Patreon, whether or not you still do ... thank you. Thank you more than I can say. This is your chance to get a little something back. Go on. Ask me for something.