What if...

I get funny, nervous questions these days.

Questions like "What if the scooter guys thought you were going to take down your whole blog', won't they be mad?".

Meh, I dunno.

I've already said that I'm sure that the goal was not to quash my freedom of speech, and asking that I stop writing does exactly that. So, no. I didn't say I'd take down the whole thing, and I really didn't get the impression that they expected it. For example, I couldn't very well print an apology if I took my blog down, and considering that the scooter saga only comprised a fraction of my writings, it doesn't make sense to remove the whole thing.

But what also doesn't make sense to expect that I drop the matter completely. I'm still living it. It's still causing me to lose sleep. It's still giving me anxiety. Maybe I'll get a nice black ulcer to match my black scooter.
I'm only writing what I have been told at this point, and assuming the follow through is there, it can only reflect well on them. I'm not sure how to express it without sounding glib or disingenuous, but I'm really looking forward to writing the happy ending.

Hopefully we'll make some progress tomorrow.

I'm still waiting for a palm pilot shipped from the states on July 21st. We're not sure if it's lost or if it's just backlogged at the border. The eBay seller is going to check with the place where he shipped it to see what he can find out. If he shipped it with insurance (like I paid for), then we should be good. Assuming of course, he can find the receipt. Which he can't. Ouch.

Waiting... waiting... waiting...