Unexpected Art: Just a Little Crazy

On Monday, I used the elevator at Herron School 

of Art and found it to be padded.

Just what I need, my own secure, padded room.

In September, I encountered a problem

with my apartment that needed six weeks to resolve.

It was depressing and humiliating.

Now the cold weather has hit and the furnace

will not turn on. I like to keep it fairly

cool in here, but when the thermostat went

from its usual 65 degrees to 61, then 59,

I knew for certain my own efforts to lower

heating costs were not at play.

Like last winter, I think the igniter on the pilot

light is faulty. The repairman should be here today.

We'll see. Then the hot water tap on the shower

would not turn off, needing new seats and washers.

That's the third time this year for that problem.

It's fixed now, as of a few minutes ago.

The job I usually work on this time of year has been

cancelled because the employer for the project

lost the contract. I applied for unemployment benefits,

but I've yet to receive the debit card to access

those funds. So ... things are dicey.

The only sane, positive part of my day

has been the anchor provided by swim practice.

It's the only place I want to be right now, where 

I can submerge and work out my frustrations,

where my worries float away.