Sunday, March 29, 2009

It Is What It Is




It Is What It Is
---- Big Frank Dickinson

"It is what it is
says Love "
---- Erich Fried

1.
Just when he had thought that the weather had turned and winter was gone, it snowed. Well, not a lot, but still enough so that his thoughts were no longer hinged on renewal; but rather on a reassessment of a number of things. One, of course, was the business that he had somewhat rashly begun last year. It had always been a dream of his to open his own business and he had finally taken the leap almost exactly one year ago. His business was pretty broad in scope, but infinitely interesting, and the first year had gone fairly well, as far as his enjoyment. The income, however, was not all that he had hoped for. His business was a kind of combination research, counseling, and private investigation. The sign outside his office read: Problems Solved, and that is exactly what he did. People came with their problems and he solved them. Well, to be more exact, he offered possible solutions. He didn't guarantee anything, but for most of his clients the issue was mostly that they did not have a clue about what to do, where to begin, and needed someone to show them options and encourage them to act in some way. That is exactly what he did. His business card read: Freeman Pastore, Problem Solver; and at the bottom of the card in italics there was this quotation: It Is What It Is.
2.
Madelyn awoke early and was concerned about Freeman. They had spent the evening together and he had seemed a little distracted. This was not something new. During the last year, since he had started his new business, he was often somewhat distracted. Perhaps he was taking his work home with him, as it were. While he did not have all that many clients, still he took his work very seriously and spent considerably time mulling over the more puzzling problems that he was presented with. For example, there was that woman who could not decide whether she should take a new position in a city on the other side of the state, or remain where she was. It seemed, to her, a straightforward situation: the new job paid slightly more, and she was single with no kids, so why not? However, Freeman built these complicated grids and tried to bring in all the extraneous factors and possible repercussions and was constantly adding new data. The emotional factors - he spent way too much time on those, she thought. Well, it had been an OK evening, otherwise: a movie followed by dinner. He had spent the night at her place, and now they were both waking up, lying in bed awake with eyes closed. Any minute now they'd look at each other and start their Sunday morning: coffe and conversation. Still, they lay in bed postponing for just a couple of minutes the end of the sleep, the beginning of the day. She thought of his business motto: It Is What It Is.

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