I loved'ed this entry, Jay. (That is, "loved-did.")
It made me happy and sad and in touch with the sorts of things I don't want to think about. For example, I don't know what I'll do when my Mom eventually passes. It seems like every time I go home for holidays, I'm always surprised she's still there. It's hardly a miracle of modern technology, compared to, say, the polio vaccine or reconstructive surgery, that an oxygen tank increases her quality of life infinitely. I get off the plane and see her pull up in the passenger seat of Linda's green van, beaming, because her baby is that much closer to a college degree and from the Ivy League too OMG. She makes a show of telling me how handsome I am and offers-- as a gesture I appreciate-- to help me load my worldly possessions (75% clothing, 15% toiletries, 10% technology) into the hatch.
I tend to think of people like my Mom (but not my Mom) as naïve in a sort of sweet-but-dumb way. Such is the personality you can't help but admire. She lives in a very small enclave of family
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Lucky Nelson Reilly. You're a good man. And you've got game. Knowing you as I know you you are just about the most humblest person I've ever had the good fortune to know, but you still kick ass at everything. You, I believe, are going to take over the world. Not in the jackbooted fascist kind of way, no, but I firmly believe that you will be, in your own way, the King of all you Survey. If you're worried about being a snootyfox (as someone long, long ago used to put it), then you can rest assured that you will not ever be. And it probably has everything to do with your beginnings, as they were. Someone like you who's coming up through the ranks like this, they're going to remember every last rung of that ladder
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I have lots of things to say to this, but in conversation only. Nothing ever comes out right for me in type, it becomes far too definite a statement. We have tiny white seashells in our dirt down here, and now not even our creeks stay running all year. I can't imagine all this beautiful land being underwater though, it would be a pity.
We have those too in our Land O' Lakes and I've wondered about what those creatures were, and their lives before they had to vacate their homes permamently. Do birds eat them or something? I really can't say.
And I hope that you've been feeling better. I read about the reiki. Blessings to you and to the notion of that good energy hanging around for awhile longer.
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I'm gonna read this again when my eyes are a little more than half-open. =)
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If you really don't want me to, I won't. But I think I would like very much to read it.
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It made me happy and sad and in touch with the sorts of things I don't want to think about. For example, I don't know what I'll do when my Mom eventually passes. It seems like every time I go home for holidays, I'm always surprised she's still there. It's hardly a miracle of modern technology, compared to, say, the polio vaccine or reconstructive surgery, that an oxygen tank increases her quality of life infinitely. I get off the plane and see her pull up in the passenger seat of Linda's green van, beaming, because her baby is that much closer to a college degree and from the Ivy League too OMG. She makes a show of telling me how handsome I am and offers-- as a gesture I appreciate-- to help me load my worldly possessions (75% clothing, 15% toiletries, 10% technology) into the hatch.
I tend to think of people like my Mom (but not my Mom) as naïve in a sort of sweet-but-dumb way. Such is the personality you can't help but admire. She lives in a very small enclave of family ( ... )
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We have tiny white seashells in our dirt down here, and now not even our creeks stay running all year. I can't imagine all this beautiful land being underwater though, it would be a pity.
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