To set a form upon desired change

Date: 2016/11/1 19:03:06 Topic: Blog



Ugh. Thatís what I can say right now. I am being pummeled by life and work. I either have too much or too little to do. And then there is the drone. Quadcopters are all the rage right now. Iím getting in a little late in the game, and I bought the January model, which apparently is already two generations old. Donít care, having a blast with this thing.

I found out within a day of posting the video of the Metro park from other pilots and drone guys that the Columbus Metro Parks do not allow take offs or landings (you can fly over them to get footage, just not take off or landing). So today, when I looked at Facebook messenger on my phone, a bi-annual event as I never use it on my phone ever, I saw that the head of this park had sent me a message.


Immediately, I assumed I had accrued either a hefty fine or if I was lucky, a stern warning. I was not expecting a request for using the footage and a possibility of more shooting. I must be doing something right, or they have my video confused with someone elsesí.


I am wrapping up the political season for spots and web videos. This combined with teaching and all my aerial photography has wiped me out. Combine that with the personal issues, and your faithful narrator has run himself aground.


My brotherís brain cancer has gotten pretty bad. Heís barely conscious, frankly as of yesterday, not at all. Heís my big brother, only 7 years older than me. Heís only 51 and knowing he is going to die in a matter of days has an effect.


We got the diagnosis last December. In the past 10 months, he has gone through chemotherapy, various physical and mental regiments, and even some homeopathic medicines. In the end, it was just plain too late.


So much stress. Too much work one day, not enough the next week. Not knowing exactly what direction my entire life is going to take in a few months. Getting unexpected accolades, losing much needed jobs, cats fighting to a love fest. Losing my hair, and losing a ton of weight.


I thought life might start to slow down after 40. Instead the whirlwind has picked up a tailspin. Iím not so much in control of my life as I am getting swept away day by day.


Ēhit a wall, I never felt so low, so low
Like a waterfall, my tears dropped to the floor, the floor
They left a swimming pool of salted crimes, crimes
Oh, what could I do to change your mind?
Nothing
I'm bracing for the pain and I am letting go
I'm using all my strength to get out of this hole
I hit a wall, I thought that I would hurt myself
Oh I was sure, your words would leave me unconscious
And on the floor I'd be lying cold, lifeless
But I hit a wall, I hit 'em all, watch the fall
You're just another brick and I'm a sledgehammerĒ
- Rhianna






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