Modernity.

Ha, there it is. A dusty, faded, two-toned blue, construction trailer placed at the edge of an equally dusty square of inner city tow yard. There’s a dirty white cat sitting on a scrap of rug at the top of the metal stairway to greet you. Inside the carpet is frayed, the furniture is a hodgepodge, and the windows need washing. All this is a cover for a great experiment that’s going on behind the scenes.

This tow yard joined the computer age yesterday. Amazing isn’t it.

Last month, DSL was installed. Since then a great poo bah in the form of an unsmiling computer Guru has been struggling to link this under-strength boat anchor to the central computer at our main PCH lot. Yesterday, not only were pings returned where they should, but we now have the ability to print from the PCH computer and they can print from ours. The networking is complete. That Guru has earned his 2004 Tahoe.

While my obstreperous G’daughter was kicking, punching, and taking running angry dives at her dad at the National Towing Company party, my daughter asked if I would come in and run the yard for a few hours today. While Carol, the PCH person, and Lenora, the outer lot manager’s manager, will be hovering over the boat anchor, I will do my usual. Hopefully no one will notice that I have already installed links to OD and an icon to solitaire.

Feelings:

Embarrassment and sadness to see such horrific behaviors from any child. This kid is in deep trouble. I have all these grandkids, and this one is the only one to exhibit these behaviors. She may be the smartest of the lot, but she is also the only one to act out her anger in such a manner. It’s so very sad and portends a very limited future for this brilliant and beautiful child. Frightening too.

More sadness. There was a Marie sighting in OB. I know if she had been working her program, she wouldn’t have returned to hang out in a bar. Even momentarily. I know this from 20 years of experience. Lenora got very angry at me when I mentioned that. Her anger always bothers me. I am always reaching for acceptance from this child I love and getting anger. She is so like my mother, and I’m always so appalled when I realize this.

Regret….I don’t really want to go to G’s company party. I’ll do it. I’ll drag off my levis and jam on something vaguely ladylike. Maybe I will pull a bit of Mrs. Gotrocks out from under the bed. G’s secretary wants to quit…she is so mad at the man who took G’s job title. She even hung up on him. G says if he argues her side they will tell him to write her up for hanging up on the new manager. They may even hire another manager to manage the manager. That’s the manager’s in charge of managers policy. Two different company management structures now are running rampant in one business. No wonder they went bankrupt.