Upswing
For all of you out there who didn't know, my life has been in the crapper lately. However, while my demons are still plaguing me relentlessly, I am managing to pull myself out of the pits of despair and am on a hopefully lengthy upswing.
Matt, the reason for my survival of my depression, is in my physics class and when he was looking lost and bored and falling asleep during it, I handed him my notebook and told him to write me a story. Here is what I got and it reminded just how brilliant he is and how far he's going to go. And of course that reminded me why I have to keep a good strong grip on his coat tails. Kidding, but this story is worth posting at the very least.
"Again," she says, tugging my sleeve.
"Remember the time I took you to the Ozark Mountains and we watched the sunset from the top of one of the mountains?"
"What's that got to do with it?" she asks.
"Everything," I hold her closer, "do you remember?" She nods her heads yes. I intertwine my fingers with hers and she kneads my wedding ring. She doesn't have one.
"Every color in that sunset was in her eyes." She smiles when I say this.
"Like me?" she asks.
"Almost as pretty," I tell her.
It's a ritual we have. Every night I tell her about the woman I love. I tell the girl I'm with about the woman I love.
"How did it happen," she asks me one night.
These new automated stoplight changers are usually not owned by the cities that install them. Companies rent them out. They guarantee that they will reduce the number of red lights run. If the number exceeds an amount per month, the city doesn't pay half the bill. Cash strapped municipalities have been speeding up lights in an effort to get a discount. The problem is, the rate of car wrecks has been increasing as a result.
"There was an accident," I say. The woman I love was killed when everybody had a green light.
"That's not fair," she says.
"No, it's not," I say and tuck my daughter into bed.
Matt, the reason for my survival of my depression, is in my physics class and when he was looking lost and bored and falling asleep during it, I handed him my notebook and told him to write me a story. Here is what I got and it reminded just how brilliant he is and how far he's going to go. And of course that reminded me why I have to keep a good strong grip on his coat tails. Kidding, but this story is worth posting at the very least.
"Again," she says, tugging my sleeve.
"Remember the time I took you to the Ozark Mountains and we watched the sunset from the top of one of the mountains?"
"What's that got to do with it?" she asks.
"Everything," I hold her closer, "do you remember?" She nods her heads yes. I intertwine my fingers with hers and she kneads my wedding ring. She doesn't have one.
"Every color in that sunset was in her eyes." She smiles when I say this.
"Like me?" she asks.
"Almost as pretty," I tell her.
It's a ritual we have. Every night I tell her about the woman I love. I tell the girl I'm with about the woman I love.
"How did it happen," she asks me one night.
These new automated stoplight changers are usually not owned by the cities that install them. Companies rent them out. They guarantee that they will reduce the number of red lights run. If the number exceeds an amount per month, the city doesn't pay half the bill. Cash strapped municipalities have been speeding up lights in an effort to get a discount. The problem is, the rate of car wrecks has been increasing as a result.
"There was an accident," I say. The woman I love was killed when everybody had a green light.
"That's not fair," she says.
"No, it's not," I say and tuck my daughter into bed.