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Saturday, October 22, 2005

It takes a lot to get me going. I have a lot of tolerance for other people’s actions. Most of the time I don’t judge. Maybe I’m just afraid of seeing any stones I cast come back at me, but I think it’s a little more than that. I’m willing to overlook someone’s faults and weaknesses (or at least see them as quirks and foibles).

I don’t have to work hard at not being offended. It just comes naturally. I know plenty of people who live their lives at hair-trigger readiness to punish anyone who looks at them sideways. If you make a mistake with someone like that, watch out. You might get cut off at the knees, or cut out of the herd and sacrificed. I couldn’t be that judgmental if I tried. I laugh it off. I let it slide.

There is one thing you can do to me that will get me to call you all kinds of nasty names. And it happened today, twice. The phone rang, I answered it, and there was silence on the line. I hate that so much I can’t even tell you. To me, that’s the rudest thing you can do, hanging up on someone without even a word. I can take all kinds of abuse, but that’s over the line. So to speak.

If I have to stop my life to answer the phone, the least you can do is say something. It doesn’t even have to be something nice. Just don’t leave me hanging, because I’m going to have to take it out on the telephone. That’s not really fair, but it’s all I have.

So if you tried to call me this afternoon and got a busy signal, I’m sorry. The second time it happened, I made sure it wouldn’t happen again by throwing the phone across the room without hanging up. Blame the fool who pushed me over the edge.




26 September 2005

Cloud puffs.



Now, I’m not saying that I’m the soul of patience, especially when I’m short on sleep (which is almost all the time). But it’s not people who get to me. Usually it’s inanimate objects. I get mad at things like the printer that mangles my envelopes, and the toilet that won’t flush and the DVD that skips and a thousand other petty annoyances that won’t feel hurt if I think badly of them. Maybe that’s why I go so easy on people, because I’ve already taken it out on gizmos and gewgaws.




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The Astros must have thought that once they got into the White Sox bullpen, they’d have a chance to come back. After all, even though it was the eighth inning, they were only one run down. No reliever had worked for the Sox since game one of the ALCS, eleven days ago. They had to be rusty, right? And then as soon as Jose Contreras became the first Sox starter not to finish a game in that long a time, Lance Berkman greeted his replacement with a single that left runners on first and third with no outs. A fly ball ties the game. Heck, a double play ties the game. But then Neal Cotts struck out the next two hitters and Bobby Jenks retired the last four Astros to end the game with a 5-3 win by the White Sox. And if you’re the Astros, you’re thinking you’d better win game two tomorrow night, because it’s the only way you have a chance to win the Series at home. Being down 1-0 isn’t so bad; going back to Houston behind 2-0 would put you in a big hole to dig yourself out of.

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