Gerund My Day

Hunting down production schedules kept locked away tighter than state secrets, watching folks unwilling to make the effort to get doors unlocked, witnessing other folk holding back on getting the right keys cut, brewing espresso, crossing a field and a snow mountain to get a key attached to a wooden stick, coming across gak inadvertently left behind, testing a video line and having it work 'latency free,' buying milk, getting info together for upcoming one night wonders, dealing with a cancellation, trying to get some time on the stage, meeting clients in the lobby, listening to Alison Krause, being out with the wee ones as they skated, sewing a new button on my favourite jeans, handing out hours like candy, making a dinner for three from one pork chop, doing laundry with a machine leaking its transmission, cleaning off 1/3 of my desk, trying to figure out how to juggle yet another weekend of kids and work, carrying the girl down a rickety set of stairs underneath a pizza place, sorting out the carp shop, wondering why every room I walked into at work was playing live feeds from the NHL trade day, making lunch for tomorrow, waking up running in the morning, burning incense, emailing, telephoning, skipping, singing, driving, yelling, caressing, scheduling, loving.