Saturday October 30, 2004
As we trickle day by day through the end of October and move ever closer to November, the weather is switching to a uniform foggy grey that wakens memories of my time in Lincolnshire back in the very early sixties. November is not a wonderful month in Lincolnshire, at least I don’t remember it as such. A few years back I wrote a little poem about my feelings about the onset of November and the dreary months that follow. It’s a bit clever-clever, but it does express the way I feel about the season this evening, after a dull, sunless day when ‘even the birds don’t sing’:
John Bailey, Somerset 1997
The feeling of mild dread is made more pronounced by the imminence of the US Presidential Elections. I shall heave a great sigh of relief when the result is known, and I suspect many other people will react similarly. I’m reminded of the way I used to feel in business when, in my view, too much time and energy had been spent debating the way forward and no clear decision had emerged. I used to describe the condition as ‘terminal evaluation’. I had the opinion then that any decision was better than no decision and, generally, even if the die was cast in a direction opposite to my own preference, I would throw my support behind the victor. There were a very few exceptions of course, when my conscience dictated otherwise, and that was when, if I truly couldn’t live with the decision, I’d blow the dust off my CV and go looking for a new job.
As I think about it the parallels grow more and more obvious. Perhaps that ‘even the birds don’t sing’ reference is more seriously apt than I thought.
On another tack entirely, I acquired a Microsoft CD today with the SP2 upgrade to Windows XP. It installed without a hitch and has left me with only two niggling compatibility problems that I’ll doubtless be able to solve as soon as I’ve adjusted to the clock change. I’m a little bothered by the way Internet Explorer now flags my website as containing Active X components and asks me to fiddle with options. I suspect it’s to do with Blogrolling, though it could be the Haloscan commenting, but my brain is running an hour out of kilter with the world just now, and I don’t feel like making a decision on it, or even beginning the evaluation.
Parallels abound it would seem. Nasty little things, parallels.