Where does love turn into a cycle? A task? In the beginning it’s all hopefulness and sharing and acts of random caring that can’t be calculated. A catching of eyes, a tinkling laugh that intoxicates, a sureness that this is the only thing that matters. Riding that high, you climb mountains and forge forward holding that hand, knowing that as long as it’s there, nothing is too scary to handle. Then; time. Life happens. Illnesses. Setbacks. Reversals of fortune. Day to day struggles. The eyes catch fewer times a day. The laugh begins to sound a trifle forced, unsure. Unsure. Feelings turn into words not wanted to be said and not wanted to be heard. But the words are said and the feelings are changed. The days get longer and the divide wider. The want to reach out, to bridge it, is there but the changes have brought new uncertainties; new fears and inaccessible places. Now, there are two people living on opposite cliffs, half a bridge between them. A bridge that flourished but is now in disrepair. They both look out at that bridge and can see how they could fix a piece on their own but know that it would take more than their two hands to square it. But now that there is this gap, they can’t reach to help the other. And when they both look back behind them, they can see so many other places to go and do and why sit here hammering away at this bridge? Why did they care about that bridge?
Because it was beautiful and it belonged to them.
Don’t let your bridges collapse. Go out every day and give them a thumbs up, toss them across some boards and nails, and both of you get to work. Don’t resent it, get strong from it. Trust me, hearing the ropes finally snap and the boards give and looking into their eyes as both of you and your bridge tumble into the divide is horrifying.
If you live in Austin, Texas or it’s surrounding areas please do not open any packages that you are not expecting. Do not even touch them.
If you did not order anything and nobody else did. Or if the package seems to be odd. Call your local police department and report that there is a unidentified package at your home and ask for assistance with it.
There have been 3 package bombings in Austin so far. One on March 3rd and two of them today(3/12/18). There are 3 reported deaths and one injury. These bombs are detonated via movement and opening and were believed to be placed at night.
Due to the fact that all 3 houses that were targeted were people of color (first two victims were black and the third was latinx) it is possible that this could be the results of a hate crime, however the reasons and culprits have not yet been found.
- can’t go see an R rated movie without an adult if under 18
- can’t go to the mall after curfew without an adult under 18 (some malls do this)
- can’t take an UBER or Lyft under 18
- can’t buy cigs under 18 or 21 (depending on state)
- can’t go to certain concerts under 18
CAN BUY AN ASSAULT RIFLE AT 18.
Yeah, my favorite irony of being an American is that my son can sign up to go die in a foreign land for dubious reasons (U.S. “interests”) that he certainly doesn’t have the faculties to fully comprehend or make such a sweeping life choice about, but fuck me if I wanted to buy him a beer before I said goodbye…
P.S. I know, as his father, I could buy him a beer at that age. However, the point still stands that we, as a nation, do not believe that the person is mature enough to make that decision for themselves…although they’re old enough to know that they’re fine with suffering PTSD (at best) for the rest of their lives. Cheers to logic!
Scrolling thru the Tumblr, see this zip past, momentarily get hope that some of you illiterates were posting a respectful eulogy on the passing of Jack Ketchum, read post.
