Catch-22s
Catch-22s
One thing I don’t like about our overly sensitive society is the limitation of free speech to preserve a Victorian-esque sensibility. The alternative, as we have seen, is not one to emulate, but trying to redirect a bull is like playing that game at those arcades where you had this big bean-bag hammer that you’d use to pop these groundhogs as they popped up everywhere. You’d get a ticket every time you successfully caught one, but then they’d start going so fast you just get all flustered and curse the damn thing.
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Greetings and salutations
Good old-fashioned letters and greeting cards were keeping me company during the quarantine, pero ahora dije me que no puedo to send them because they might have coronavirus. So I just sit in the den and try to hold my breath. I refuse to give up my dark sense of humor, lest I become a dreaded Heather!
Pray for the virus victims. Let us pray that we will be back together again in time for summer!
The Arrival at Calvary José de Echenagusía -1884
One last mix before I take a medical break. I’m slated for a new MRI and then I’m hopeful I can make a stop over in Florida to check on my house.
I was proud of myself for putting on this tie at age 10 or 12. (This was back when I had a full head of hair.)
I hear the time difference in Barcelona is a helluva great time! #travel #love #xmas
Posting Friday night, this one is dedicated to all those who seek peace.
This photo from the European Space Agency is of “The Galaxy with the Big Heart.” It sums up what I’m about to reveal (very, very reluctantly!) More info on that galaxy … https://sci.esa.int/web/hubble/-/61411-a-tiny-galaxy-with-a-big-heart #space #rstales
Libby sleeping.
Something new I penned ...
The day I left in the rain
I have many “worsts,” but the night where I left you in the rain gives me chills and my stomach knots just thinking about it.
I remember that I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and find a way to make everything all right.
I was hurt when you tore my heart to pieces and slammed it on the pavement.
The next day, though, I was thankful to have been with you just for the short time we were together. (I had planned to pop the question the weekend after we broke up.)
Now I just want to find a way to jump to the end and see if what I think is what actually will be. (My mother says I’m putting the cart before the horse, which is true, but I feel pressed for time.)
I could live without you, but just typing those words made me cry, so I know what the real answer is: My life is not complete without you.
I’ve imagined it in many different ways. They all involve sunlight.
