Re: A truly maddening few days . . .
Posted by John on 07/28/2003 14:14:13

In reply to Re: A truly maddening few days . . . posted by Eddie on 07/27/2003 00:02:37

Thanks, pal. It's late Monday afternoon, and I'm back home again,
briefly. I got hold of my landlord, who sent a repair person, finally,
who just got here this afternoon and found that I "lost the motor," as he
put it, and he doesn't have one that fits to replace it. So I've got to
go back out to the country to sleep tonight and come back tomorrow when
he gets back with a motor. What a *physical* ordeal this is. The
temperature inside my house right now is 96 degrees, and the humidity is
unbearable. This is the summer monsoon season in Tucson when the
temperatures are well over a hundred every day outside, the humidity is
way, way high, and if we're lucky there are rainstorms in the evening.
Nothing but dry lightning and thunder the last two days though. I don't
know if it's going to rain tonight, but even last Friday when I tried to
sleep at home, it cooled off outside briefly when the storms went
through, but then, somehow went way back up in temperature thereafter.
Ha! Here I am rambling like a crazy man today. Last Friday night I
wanted to fall down on the floor and "cry for my Mommy!" Talk about
"depression!"—that is, the worst emotional state of the Doormat. It was
just amazing that Friday night. When I would turn on the televion to try
to keepmyself entertained during the sleepless night, every time, every
time, up came those horrifyingly grizly pictures of the dead Hussein
brothers to haunt me. It was like "God was testing me" with a true
descent into Hell while still alive. It was a time for faith. And, by
golly, I must have had a little faith in me, because I have lived through
it.

I'm still pretty crazy, though. This is the first time I've ever been in
Classroom Talk with the sweat pouring off of me, and I want to cry like a
baby again. And still at least one more day to live through this ordeal.
Thanks, Eddie, for your empathy, and for standing by me.

John (sometimes your Coach, but not on this day).

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