The Twilight Zone
It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.
By mid-afternoon, I felt as if I was living an episode of life right out of the Twilight Zone. Having not heard from the mechanic on the progress of the repairs, I attempted to rent another car so I could report to work at Noon. That wasn't in the cards as Enterprise didn't have any stock on hand to do so, in spite of my reservation. (Then what's the point of making reservations? I'm still convinced this world system has totally abandoned all reason and logic.) So I contacted my work supervisor to apprise her of the situation, and then a call was made to the mechanic's shop. Six hours later, I am finally made aware the vehicle was ready for pick-up. By no means did I want to appear to pressure or rush the mechanic in the performance of his trade, but I simply wanted to know where we were at in all this. More than anything, I needed to make arrangements for work or to make another stab at renting a car. That is what was causing all the stress and strain I was going through, not so much the vehicle needing to spend time at the mechanic's, but the unknown of it all. The mechanic I use performs quality work at a very reasonable price. Which is why he runs the quantity of business he does. The downside to all that, is he operates a "one-man show". Yep, that's right, he is the only person working on the high volume traffic he receives day in and day out. I applaud his character, integrity, and work ethic. Today wasn't a complete waste, even though I am now a day behind at work. Today is Drop Everything and Read Day and National Bookmobile Day. Had I not been so stressed about work and the truck, I may have followed suit and done just that. (If I didn't have the type of job I do, the mechanic could have worked on the repair all month long for all I care.) However, I did get some reading in. What's really interesting about the holiday, is I sometimes see what I call book birdhouses in people's front yards. Yes, these contraptions look like bird houses, doll houses made for birds, but holds books people can take, borrow, or trade. The University of Texas at Arlington had these things located sporadically throughout the campus. I absolutely love the idea and think it's neat. Whoever thought of this needs to get congratulated for their genius and love of reading. I must ask my readership, "What did you read today?" I read March/April's issue of Writer's Digest. About ten years ago, I did fully implement the Drop Everything and Read Day. The book I was reading at the time was Alexandre Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo. It was such a good book, I called in sick to work for a few days only so I could read the book. Wise to what was happening, my boss came by where I was living and asked what was going on. I knew that he knew, so a confession was in order. We both had a hearty laugh, and he graciously afforded me the time to complete the book. Afterward, I returned to the job ready to work hard for such an awesome boss. Have you ever had a book captivate your attention like that? Well, enough of my rambling. Read on!
By mid-afternoon, I felt as if I was living an episode of life right out of the Twilight Zone. Having not heard from the mechanic on the progress of the repairs, I attempted to rent another car so I could report to work at Noon. That wasn't in the cards as Enterprise didn't have any stock on hand to do so, in spite of my reservation. (Then what's the point of making reservations? I'm still convinced this world system has totally abandoned all reason and logic.) So I contacted my work supervisor to apprise her of the situation, and then a call was made to the mechanic's shop. Six hours later, I am finally made aware the vehicle was ready for pick-up. By no means did I want to appear to pressure or rush the mechanic in the performance of his trade, but I simply wanted to know where we were at in all this. More than anything, I needed to make arrangements for work or to make another stab at renting a car. That is what was causing all the stress and strain I was going through, not so much the vehicle needing to spend time at the mechanic's, but the unknown of it all. The mechanic I use performs quality work at a very reasonable price. Which is why he runs the quantity of business he does. The downside to all that, is he operates a "one-man show". Yep, that's right, he is the only person working on the high volume traffic he receives day in and day out. I applaud his character, integrity, and work ethic. Today wasn't a complete waste, even though I am now a day behind at work. Today is Drop Everything and Read Day and National Bookmobile Day. Had I not been so stressed about work and the truck, I may have followed suit and done just that. (If I didn't have the type of job I do, the mechanic could have worked on the repair all month long for all I care.) However, I did get some reading in. What's really interesting about the holiday, is I sometimes see what I call book birdhouses in people's front yards. Yes, these contraptions look like bird houses, doll houses made for birds, but holds books people can take, borrow, or trade. The University of Texas at Arlington had these things located sporadically throughout the campus. I absolutely love the idea and think it's neat. Whoever thought of this needs to get congratulated for their genius and love of reading. I must ask my readership, "What did you read today?" I read March/April's issue of Writer's Digest. About ten years ago, I did fully implement the Drop Everything and Read Day. The book I was reading at the time was Alexandre Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo. It was such a good book, I called in sick to work for a few days only so I could read the book. Wise to what was happening, my boss came by where I was living and asked what was going on. I knew that he knew, so a confession was in order. We both had a hearty laugh, and he graciously afforded me the time to complete the book. Afterward, I returned to the job ready to work hard for such an awesome boss. Have you ever had a book captivate your attention like that? Well, enough of my rambling. Read on!
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