Manufacturing Consent —Bitten by a Vampire

The keep-people-cool in Texas Company we’d used for years got bought out by investors. It was right when we had new heating and cooling units installed.

They offer to help protect our only means of surviving a Texas summer or winter equipment.

For a fee, bi-annual maintenance visits would be free.

The sky Foxes.

They come out check boxes on their clip boards but mostly an opportunity to up sale.

When the drain line got clogged this week and the nitrogen tank wouldn’t flush it, while the service guy was suggesting a line replacement ($3000) Vick got broke out his mini roter rooter and swished the line into flowing in five minutes. Cooling started.

“This system is seven years old. These numbers” he frowns at the yellow electronic gaget in his hand. It’s our most modest receptacle, in tone. He’s nodding like to his verdict, scrutinizing a reading on a yellow device we don’t understand. It it looks serious. The cooling lungs are going out. He shakes his head like a doctor talking to desperate family members in the waiting room. “

Fix them now, it’s a big repair, he nods his head in that human way, that softens bad news like that come with little hope and enormous medical bills, or replace the whole system.”

He showed us a picture of “the coils” they looked matted dead animal was in there. My first reaction was take my money, please! Deal with that. I pause.

“Don’t you guys come out and do maintenance every six months? Are you guys not doing a good job?”

I’m not gonna change you for this, he points at the cleared line and puts the PVC drain pipe at the pipe back together,because you did it yourself, He smiles generously. I think I am gonna get one of those.

A split look came over his face, then resolved into staring at the handy almond cheerful rooter Vick is winding back up like it’s a giddy puppy.

When he’s back inside collecting his nitrogen tank, he shows us how to look into the pipe with the sensor that shut of the system when the sensor detects water. He seems so hopeful.

Vick and I look at the coils on our outside unit while we’re outside rootering.

There’s no matted material in the coils. There’s no way. What we are looking at is not the same as the picture of a run away screaming AC coil he showed us.

Is this the “picture of your system outside that every client gets shown?

The bill for the urgent repairs needed from the evidence of those numbers we don’t understand and the run over-rodent in the coils photo is $6,000.

With the line flush the initial problem is solved the AC works again. Meanwhile, my friend Tonya, she’s been staying here suffering with us, calls her AC tech friend from work. He brings his tools and meets her outside at the AC. She wants to surprise us.

There’s nothing wrong with the AC, keep using. It doesn’t need anything. Use it till it breaks. It could be years.

These “service” guys are really sales guys.

I’m guessing these revenue focused bought up businesses have just the right bedside manner, a calculated balance of lack of tools and training and big job or replacement bonus incentive, to be a revenue focused company and no longer a cooling and heating for people business. It just looks like the same business from the outside.

A Tail (Perhaps tall like a drink-a-water)

He wonders

Grins

Wants to hear more

Sighs

Weeps

Loves that girl

Growing Up

To feel it

To cry it

To see through the tears

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A Close Friend

I’m reaching out

I’m here

To connect with you

In open air

You aren’t invited in

You may not enter

Your bull in tow

To break up my china

Again

Liminal Tech

This elasticated

Accordion

Adjustable

Material

Immaterial stuff

Stitched up

All designed

Particle to Wave

In a wink

With a whine

Where You Live

I travel alone

Back here

Some now

Right how

My attention

You mapped it

Follow

To my inner address

Where Peace lives

My home

Mother’s Day Blues And Pinks

My Heart Could Turn This Whole Lake Blue

It’s my cracked dilapidated heart that’s been crumbling for two decades. And it’s about my kids.
Years ago their father permanently spirited my two oldest daughters away to Mexico. They were two and four, then. So, they didn’t get to have a mother.
My youngest daughter is with me, but she isn’t with her father or sisters.
That was after my baby son died. e’s okay. But I was never quite.


And here I was year after year trying to compensate for all the love, attention and things, this, my one kid left, has been missing out on. While at the same time, I’ve consistently missed my exiled daughters. Then, of course, there’s that ache where a baby is suppose to be. That doesn’t improve matters.

It’s twenty years later. My two Mexico girls grew up. Without me.
We got in touch, after all these years. They are okay. However, they’re totally convinced that I abandoned them. So, all the abandonment, loneliness, and other miseries they suffered are totally my fault. Every bit of it. I won’t go into just how totally innocent their father is right now.
For my part. Rather than helping this, my one kid left, to focus on growing strong, overcoming, and going after what she needs and and doesn’t have, I focused on protecting her. So, I am pretty responsible for some of the stuff she blames me for.

So, right now, only my son isn’t pissed at me for Mother’s Day.

Now that I recognize my same-old-crap behavior patterns from my shitty-old-relationship, I notice that my kids are on the same direct course to where I’ve been.
It’s terrifying to witness.
Yet.
Do I regret my life?
No.
They probably won’t regret theirs either.

So why not just be happy?
Now.
Already.

 

The Mysteries

Cross-section fog

Reel in the rain

Fill life with a bucket

Twelve of joy none

None of pain

42 Math Wonders

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42 Wonders-Where do terrorists come from?

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Now you know

42 Yous and Mes

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The
Many Yous
For
The
Many mes
Lots
of
Mes
for Yous

42 Diversity Challenges

Best way to “fix” a human with zero regard for humanity?
Expose ’em to others just like ’em.

I would say: “That’ll learn em!” if I wasn’t talking about myself.

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42 Favorite Things

Been away
Delivering
To top secret site
Losing tracers
So they don’t
Crash paradise
Godiva chocolate shake
Fresh roast coffee
Omaha steak
To Dagny Taggert
Henry Rearden
John Galt
They don’t belive
In iPhone
Plumbers
Pizza delivery
Eny of it
They love it

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42 Wolves at the Door

Let the wolf be, at the door.

Ripe 42

Realized after intense wondering: oh, I’m not a field of golden grain always ready for harvest.
Oh.

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42 art

If mind emerges from the brian. Where dose soul emerge from? 
Perhaps each soul is

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art?

42 Questions

Human might be an element in some periodic table.

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Out of Sync

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43

How far is it from 43 to 42?

42

becouse we are
part human
part god
part animal
part story
people

42 Ever Happened

Most of the profound, significant fabulous events in my life never happened.

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42

soul may be
a bibliography

footnotes
to moments
that time
that felt
like that
that makes
Me this
now

:
i love
them* this* like that* those* here* clip* him there* her so* it* now* soundtrack* no thank you* more*
yes* done* yummy* never again* image* mistake* restart* like*

Mystery 42

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If to be physical is to be gaming
An objective, rules, setting, bounderies
Timed
Not to be gaming is to be god
Play
Life
Through the glass darkly
Delicious wondering
Mystery known
Goes lame

Ways to Forty-Two

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Just enough facts to anchor the invisible to reality. Is this all I need?
*wonders*

Wondering to Forty-Two

101_38 OneThe answer to Life, the Universe and Everything is 42. I get my own forty-two and it’s free for me just one year from today.

Ask the right questions and 42 will be the answer. Question is, what are the right questions?

Wondering could help with this. That’s what this whole affair is about so I may as well actually do it here. Do it here rather than in my usual paper form. Just for this one countdown.

A Waywardspirit Wondering Countdown to 42.

Yep my own personal answer to Life The Universe and Everything is on it’s Way!

Wonder-up the questions, I will. So when I get the answer to this meaning of Life, The Universe and Everything I may , hopefully, know what the question was.

For the next 365 then (give or take), Waywardspirit will be Wondering to 42.