Inextricably linked

And…it’s back. My LED. My Sharon communication device. Just in time for my impending death. I’m no feeling so well lately. Abdominal issues feel like they are intractable. Depression, well, you know, it doesn’t just go away on its own. And so, my dream of yet another Yuba City Honda scenario, in which I am working there in a limited capacity and failing and flailing about, is pretty much par for the course.

I was there, in my old stall, with a car that had several issues. I tackled the easiest one and sent the car out to the lot. It was nearly time to go home, so Jamison came out, wheeling my two bicycles for me to take with me. 

 

“We only have another 45 minutes or so, may as well go home,” he said, dropping off the bikes in the break room.

I was changing, or getting ready to change, when Reiner appeared. I knew right away he was going to ask me about the car I’d just looked at, so I headed him off. “I only looked at the easy thing, but I know it has some other stuff wrong. Are they waiting for it?”

“Why, yes they are,” he said in his typical tone of sarcastic condescension.

”I guess I’ll go look for it and see what I can find out,” I told him as I went off looking for the vehicle.

Things had changed significantly since I’d left and returned to work after 3 years. All the scan tools had been replaced by smartphone apps. Good thing I had my new phone with me. But I needed to get the software installed, so off I went to try to find the service dock to get my phone updated. 

 

I wandered down weird hallways, around corners and finally out into an open area where I had to climb up a treacherous hillside up to an ill-constructed gothic adobe swimming pool. Bits and pieces were crumbling and threatening to give way as I made it just about to the top. I was unable to lift myself over the edge for fear of the cornices breaking off like so much cheap Mexican pottery.

So, in my own typical fashion, I decided about that time that I just couldn’t do it, and as I was making my descent and figuring out what excuse I was going to give Reiner, I opted out of the dream and back into this world of aches and pains. 

 

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My internet is down, so this had to be composed in Word to be uploaded at a later time. What’s weird is my new phone will still access the internet from my router wirelessly, although none of my desktops will connect or even download one page.

I wonder what Sharon is here to try to tell me. 

I just got off the phone with tech support at my internet provider. They had me unplugging and plugging, swapping and rebooting...low and behold. There was no problem with any of my equipment. All my desktops connect to the internet again. 

 

Meanwhile, my thinking is that Sharon is telling me, "Look what I can do! Not only can I can make this dead LED come back on, but I can take out your internet with a single swipe." 

 

So, maybe she has some objections to my installing Tinder and attempting to find companionship using crappy dating apps. I don't blame her. She was right about Lesa, though I never got a straight answer. I assumed she was supporting my little folly, but apparently she was warning me with all that blinking she was doing back in October and November, when things were first getting started with me and Lesa.  

I guess I'd rather have my connection with Sharon stay intact. I feel like I was selling her out too quickly when I jumped on board the Lesa train. I hope she understands these are just human level needs. Nobody knows me like she does on a soul level. 

 

And I really wonder what it is that she does know, now that she has passed. Are all my secrets laid bare? I guess it is inevitable, so if she's still around checking up on me, I hope she can forgive me.