slim aarons, capturing relaxation of the rich.

in one day, i manage to do a few things. i start out with coffee, i make it american style, drip and normally too large a pot for me and my wife to consume. then breakfast, i have this down pretty well and manage to feed myself and clean up the mess that comes with it. then i go about my work day, trying my best not to upset the people i work with but also not have them take advantage and do no work. thats my role and i wont let anyone else where that crown. somewhere in between. i check the news, focusing mainly on politics these days even though it angers and saddens meas i watch democracy fall apart and my nation act at odds with itself. then some emails, although i find that that is becoming less and less important as the messenger service on the phone seems to have replace the role of communications electronically. i then try to advance my company a bit, either in searching for new venues (we are a development company) or cleaning up the ones we currently have (im more of a management company). then lunch, usually outside, with a friend or two, and usually for an hour or so. as much as i want to go home and take a nap after lunch, usually logistics do not play into favour and I return work and or try to find more work related things to consume my afternoon. it is good to have a job that i don’t mind doing, the day seems quite long and without it i would have a hard time filling it. the afternoon comes and the work seems to naturally slow down. going about the normal schedule, i try to think of a friend to have a beer with, or arrange my wife for dinner. afterwards, some tv although mainly movies and usually a small bit. i might read a bit, i currently read a few books simultaneously and try to write down my thoughts on the world as it goes by. i try, although not successfully, to think what just happened to me over the day, or during the week. why it is i simply react most the time, what my role is supposed to be and what purpose i might have among all this noise. occasionally the world will quiet down and a moment will appear, a babies eyes will stare at mine or i will notice a song playing in the background that i quite enjoy and brings me to another place. once in a while i will get excited at something that i am saying, or look forward to somewhere i am going. not often, not always, but once in a while. not sure of its meaning, but knowing it holds something to latch onto. if only once a day i count myself lucky. how to make it happen more remains a mystery as does most of the world around me.