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Well, here we go.
Tomorrow is the election and the last election was stolen by the Republicans through voter fraud. I still remember an article I read in the CHICAGO TRIBUNE, when it was still a paper-paper, about the CIA and its imbedded contacts with George Bush Senior and Junior.
Stalin says, "He who votes decides nothing, he who counts the votes decides everything."
My fingers are crossed that the landslide tomorrow will be so profound for Obama that nothing can give the presidency away to the old man and his moron second.
My Halloween was OK this year. I wonder if I'll ever be able to have a holiday party that isn't marred by the omnipresence of alcohol and my omni-inability to drink it. It just gives an outsider feel to everything. I went to an AA New Years Eve thing once and it was a dim joke. Nothing fun at all, no place nice.
But I got to carve two very, very recalcitrant pumpkins. Got a bruise on my hand from having to handle the knife so strongly. They came out fine. I got no photos of them, but they were giant and good. One got to sit at the front door of a party and one got to sit out under a tree. Very happy pumpkins is what they must have been.
The tree in the back yard that I call the Lady Tree is golden. She turned yellow last week and now she's full golden. That means her leaves will tumble very soon.
I long for Nick. I can't say I miss him, that doesn't sound quite right. Because I'm so glad he's gone and gone to such a glorious place as Seattle. It is simply a deep empty spot in me that belongs to him. I don't think about it much because it is so deep. Just always brings tears to my eyes. So I don't think about it. I begin to wonder if his childhood was so dark that he has nothing good left in his head to remember. I know that we humans forget the good things and reprocess the bad things. So then what happened to the good things that I know happened to him? Are they so few? And I blame myself for not being a stronger, better person. I didn't save Nick and I didn't save David and there you go.
Back into time.
Anna, be careful that you don't spend your whole life trying to protect your brother. Or, what do I know, maybe that's what you're supposed to spend your life doing, what I was supposed to spend my life doing.
OK.
Well, this is the reason I don't do livejournals or journal-journals. A dark lady. The dog is speeding around the yard like a certifiable maniac. He is a good one to have around here. I appreciate the lightest spirit in the place. Kicking up the golden leaves.
I love my children.
I miss Anna and Nick and Shen together, in leaves.
Ooops. Tears. Ooops.
I love my children.
xo
DK
Tomorrow is the election and the last election was stolen by the Republicans through voter fraud. I still remember an article I read in the CHICAGO TRIBUNE, when it was still a paper-paper, about the CIA and its imbedded contacts with George Bush Senior and Junior.
Stalin says, "He who votes decides nothing, he who counts the votes decides everything."
My fingers are crossed that the landslide tomorrow will be so profound for Obama that nothing can give the presidency away to the old man and his moron second.
My Halloween was OK this year. I wonder if I'll ever be able to have a holiday party that isn't marred by the omnipresence of alcohol and my omni-inability to drink it. It just gives an outsider feel to everything. I went to an AA New Years Eve thing once and it was a dim joke. Nothing fun at all, no place nice.
But I got to carve two very, very recalcitrant pumpkins. Got a bruise on my hand from having to handle the knife so strongly. They came out fine. I got no photos of them, but they were giant and good. One got to sit at the front door of a party and one got to sit out under a tree. Very happy pumpkins is what they must have been.
The tree in the back yard that I call the Lady Tree is golden. She turned yellow last week and now she's full golden. That means her leaves will tumble very soon.
I long for Nick. I can't say I miss him, that doesn't sound quite right. Because I'm so glad he's gone and gone to such a glorious place as Seattle. It is simply a deep empty spot in me that belongs to him. I don't think about it much because it is so deep. Just always brings tears to my eyes. So I don't think about it. I begin to wonder if his childhood was so dark that he has nothing good left in his head to remember. I know that we humans forget the good things and reprocess the bad things. So then what happened to the good things that I know happened to him? Are they so few? And I blame myself for not being a stronger, better person. I didn't save Nick and I didn't save David and there you go.
Back into time.
Anna, be careful that you don't spend your whole life trying to protect your brother. Or, what do I know, maybe that's what you're supposed to spend your life doing, what I was supposed to spend my life doing.
OK.
Well, this is the reason I don't do livejournals or journal-journals. A dark lady. The dog is speeding around the yard like a certifiable maniac. He is a good one to have around here. I appreciate the lightest spirit in the place. Kicking up the golden leaves.
I love my children.
I miss Anna and Nick and Shen together, in leaves.
Ooops. Tears. Ooops.
I love my children.
xo
DK