comes a time
to realize
the time and space
you take
is more
than
you give
comes a time
to realize
the time and space
you take
is more
than
you give
as i age i realize the true futility of each day.
am awed at the hopefulness of youth against this backdrop of inhumanity.
you lie awake at night concerned
for other’s problems
dumped at your feet
the threatening phone calls
removed lugnuts
being followed home and jumped
the client’s privilege
precludes you calling liar
even when it is true
and the jokes
just soft slander
which creates
the environment
that allows
the violence
to exist
trial lawyer
gum on shoe
i am yesterday’s news
thrown out with the garbage
a flat character in a b movie
watched in black and white
when UHF was fuzzy
and TV was free
Yes it’s New Year’s time again. Time for resolutions and making change.
I for one am considering the ramifications of and likelihood of benefit from any one of our actions. Given the current economy and bleak future I think one thing is patently clear, there are too many of us!!!!
Now the question is, what could I possibly do to change that?
As the only one over which I have authority is me, I guess the answer pretty obvious.
When I was a child I grew up in standard 1960 subdivision, complete with 1960′s split level.
Being a brat and a punk (most kids are) I thought my childhood home new: therefore cheap and kistchy (not in the good way either).
I dreamed of an old house with high ceilings, drafty windows and too much room. So I moved into and inner city neighborhood slated to gentrify (as evidenced by the presence of a gay-owned realty company setting up shop there) and bought my wonderful big old drafty century home.
At Christmas give me an old neighborhood with Victorian houses, decked out simply and tastefully with flood lights lighting the front, maybe some wreathes on the windows and those little lights that look like candles in the upstairs bedrooms. Simple, tasteful. No cardboard Santa’s, life-sized nativity scenes . . . . Rudolph’s with flashing noses. (am I the only child who pondered Rudolph’s obvious drinking problem?)
My wonderful gentrifying neighborhood is so very diverse. On the main street, that the street I live on is off of, there is a wonderful house on a corner lot. Manicured lawn, beautiful plantings and fencing. Tasteful, proper, the sort of folks who’d think that someone who patronizes Applebee’s deserves to stroke out.
The sort of person who gives pause to observe, unfortunately, that stereotypes do exist for a reason. That the “proper” can be most “intolerant.” (stroke out applebees patrons)
As I child I really had no idea. AHHHH the naivete of youth.
My car has been in the shop like, forever. Particularly annoying as this was the car to get me through the next three years – that was 6 months ago. Yes the car would require maintenance a fact of life with any car and yes this was used, but presumbly in good condition. I do shoulder some responsibility in this current circumstance.
So the car is in a bay on Lorain and it is the Saturday before Christmas and my mother is across town in an assisted living facility and . . .
what really is bothering me is i cannot go to the gun show tomorrow. No car.
As I age and see that I will only grow weaker and slower I realize the practicalities of being legally armed.
I’d been planning this purchase for a little over a year and I guess the holidays got me all excited and I thought I’d do something nice for myself.
But alas . . my car is in the shop.
Four busses, eight dollars round trip. Would be so much cheaper to drive my car, but it is in the shop.
At $8.00 I’d expect a little convenience, some advantage, but there is none. I got to my apppointment on time to find it had been rescheduled.
How is your day going?
My God, Jackie must be rolling over in her grave. What could possess Caroline, a seemingly intelligent woman with everything in the world she could possibly want at her disposal, to decide to take a Senate seat?
Let’s consider the obvious, the seat which pays oh roughly $500,000 annually, usually runs at least $6,000,000 to win in an election. Do the math honey – it ain’t your seat.
But what I am saying really, she knows that. This is her life. The Kennedy’s are her legacy. And I pray to God that she realizes she has a wonderful life, full of private time and sanity. DON’T GIVE IT UP!!!
However I may well find in years to come that i will be posting here of but another brilliant move/parlance by the ever educated and deft Caroline of Kennedy and Bouvier blood.
But this day, in this moment, if she asked me out for a sip of wine and talk I’d say, “Honey run for the hills!” Nonetheless I wish her God speed and best of luck.
