Meditating on Z

So another day among the beasts of the south Gardner wild.

I received my employment contract for China and it is almost 3 times more than originally discused. I believe that is because of their pressing need for someone to get over there. I have thus far been stymied by difficulties procuring a work visa. The work visa is known as a Z visa. An interesting twist of reality in G-Vegas is that the town is full of campaign signs that have a giant Z on on them. You see, my gentle reader, one of the candidates for the aforementioned state senate seat has a last name that begins with Z. His campaign signs start with Z, and hence he has campaign signs with a giant Z.

The great trickster of the universe is no doubt pleased that I am stranded in G-Vegas, which is full of signs with a giant Z, while waiting for my Z visa.

Gentle reader, rest assured, your narrator will endeavor to post a picture of the Z signs. It is an example of life providing a constant reminder. Further, it shows how random things can be poignant reminders due to nothing more than context.

Far be it for me to say that the great trickster, or god, or whomever actually coordinates things, has an odd way of letting me know I am in the right place in the cosmos. stranded in G-Vegas, meditating on the letter Z. The omega.

Each day I see my grandfather, who at age 92, is pretty much in the threshold to eternity. Something about the letter Z.