End of Year Inventory
Who's not busy being born is busy dying --Bob Dylan
(By the way, that quote was used by Jimmy Carter, in his Presidential campaign, and Al Gore told Oprah Winfrey that it was his most cherished quote).
I really didn't want to compare us to a Peanuts comic strip by Charles Schultz. I'm not even sure when Lucy kept flipping the ball over when Charlie was going to kick it, whether he took it home. I do need to hand out copious amounts of Linus' blanket, however. Me, I'm the pigpen of the outfit, but I'm thankful that The Debutante thought I was worthy enough, and asked me to help us all, by becoming a chanops, to try to ensure there will not be any maliciousness that might cause more pain in the chatbox. The bad news is I'll be buried alive in his tomb in Egypt.
One thing that was pointed out, and they're right, but probably no other civilized person would acknowledge as being relevant: there's been a extremely bright full moon out for these several days during these trying times. I've been wondering like the Dickens to think of who said, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." (Joke) And, I really don't know who first said, "When you've lost your sense of humor, you've lost it all."
I have more pressing emotional issues actually; my wife's father, beset in his very advanced years with Parkinson's, just came back to the Nursing Home from another hospital trip, this one because of a 109 degree fever, is in and out of lucidity. We visited him after the 4 hour trip, Saturday, and she's getting less sleep, therefore, becoming more vulnerable to the inevitable emotional trip into deeper caverns. Blessedly, we have our faith to sustain us, and it has helped me greatly during these stresses and the worries about my favorite, and basically primary hobby, Everything2's current flux. Additionally, I have to continue to have hope to keep the lights on, and food on the table.
Concerning E2, when all the ink has dried on any contract, and the dust has settled on any renovations, the same resilient examples of humans still standing, will be the ones to thank for their maturity, which enabled them to endure more than just structural, functional, and political upheaval, but through some rather expected dismay and unexpected results of emotional turmoil.
Was it prophetic?: After chewing on some almonds, I thought I'd gotten a piece of shell in my mouth; and no, seconds later, I realized it was a chunk of molar broken off. But, I'm still here, and though I'm unlike a shark who can regrow teeth, E2 WILL gain new writers, so that's what I'll leave as a final word of optimism, a happy present, especially around this proximity of honoring the birthday of One who was born only to die for us.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you
So don't fear, if you hear, a foreign sound in your ear, it's alright Ma, I'm only sighing.--Bob Dylan
Update: There's a bit of an extra crisis on the homefront, so, I might be kind of absent for long times.