Farewell Fresno

The following e.e. cummings poem makes me think of Fresno:

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

I still like Fresno. Perhaps I should work towards living in a small city again.

Scooby Doo, where are you?

I had to cancel my move last week because I was not ready. Now I am ready and the move is tomorrow (well, okay, today). I'm feeling calmer that I would have thought was possible, although part of me is going to be tense until the move is completely over.

A recruiter keeps contacting me. I have to keep putting her off until the move is over, but at least she's interested.

I don't know when I'll have Internet access again. I called in the change to my telephone on the late side, and now it's delayed because they're having trouble verifying my address.(?)

Yes, I'm going back to using dial-up until I get a new job.

And so it goes....