Un-pause

Yeah, tell me over and over again how much you missed the blog for the past year.  I'm still reeling from it.  The insanity that is our house, that is my work, that has become my life.  I'm farther and farther behind every which way I turn. And the funny thing is that sometimes I just don't care.  I do what I can all day long, which has mostly meant spending at least 2 days out of the week on the floor inspecting.  I do like a good inspection every once in a while.  Teaches me more about what I am working on.  Sometimes I know exactly how to build something but until you understand how it is used and what you can find by looking at it, you don't actually understand how building it means it will work.  It's a "forest for the trees" sort of thing.  And I have to give Cynthia and I major props for the fact that we can see the forest, the trees, the leaves, the bushes, the wildlife (furry and multi-legged varieties), the forest fires and all the houses that are about to burn down if we don't stop the fire from marching.  We also know where the lake is and how to fly the helicopter with the water, how to hook up hoses and pumps and all kinds of other chemicals for the fire.  And so, fire becomes contained in the world of quality inspection.  At least until the next morning.  But what we really should be doing is trying to figure out before the fire starts that we only want it to be as big as the nice neat fire circle that we could be building around it.  If we had the time to plan and go find rocks and dig out the layers of leaves and brush and maybe find some sand for the pit.  Instead of just lighting a match to the closest pile of leaves.  I really need a controlled burn that offers the luxury of marshmallows that are either crispy black on the outside and ooey-gooey on the inside or perfectly tan with a slight crunch with squishy goodness and of course on chocolate with graham crackers merely for the fact that it is damn near impossible to hold ooey gooey and melting chocolate in your hand without major disaster.  Oh wait. Times up.  Didn't get anywhere near any of that done again today except the fire line stopped from moving forward.  And the wonderful manager who just stands around pouring gasoline everywhere is not helping.  luckily, it is time to go find Rebecca and get home.  the fire will just be there tomorrow waiting for me again.  and the best part is that if I carefully ignore it, another fire will pop up so that this one will put itself out, at least for a few weeks.  maybe, just maybe I get a checkmark or two on the list of things I need to get done at work.  or I'll just start a fire on my own.
Regardless, maybe I can un-pause the blog break.  After another pile of laundry...