The Rancho Commons

So, we got new cell phone service last week through my work; discount, new phones, 2 year contract, all that. Because they were running a big promo, they didn't have the phones on hand so that they could program them and give them to you on the spot like they would at the store. They told us we would have them by today, so I'm sitting here waiting for the delivery. Argh. You must understand that I am, in essence, a frustrated techie, in that the only real tech item I have is this screamin' Dell desktop. Our old cell phone is one of the Motorola flip phones. Embarrasing. I don't have a PDA, a laptop, an iPod or other mp3 player, a plasma screen or HD TV, etc., etc. I have a wife, two young sons, and a mortgage, so I'm not whining about the losses here. But the new phones are a much anticipated upgrade. Where are they?

I was talking to Allie yesterday about how recycling had made a brief reappearance to respond to my "farewell" post, or eulogy, as he called it, then deleted his journal altogether. I was distressed over that, I'll admit, because I had plans to go back and read it all. I understand he decided to call LJ quits; we've been over all that, and I didn't expect him to come back and stay in the first place. But I was... dismayed at the deletion. So, Allie said something that helped me deal. Some people more are "dynamic" than others, and the definition of dynamic is "Characterized by continuous change, activity, or progress." She suggested maybe he has to change in such drastic ways in order to be who he is. Hmmm.

Still, it's crap to delete the journal. Perhaps he is waiting till people drop him, or is going to use a different name. Whatever. I'm over the guessing. I've decided to leave him in my friends list with the slash showing. It denotes death to me, sort of. It will remind me not to assign too much importance to LJ or the people I know in it. Not that I had, just that I allowed myself to feel disappointment and distress induced by someone I don't even know. I'm old enough to know better. The armor slipped, lesson learned.

Selah.
(moving on with conscious effort not to look back)