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Saturday bringing it together...

i believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
The morning commute has become reserved for my time with the memories of my Dad. By the time I'm in the lot, I'm wiping tears from my eyes. There are no words to describe what it feels like having the last talk with the doctor and hearing the treatment plan turn to making you comfortable. I keep remembering the look in his eyes when he turned to me after realizing what the doctor was saying. He had a choice with only pick being the lesser of two evils. We both felt so alone. Me, because I was looking to him for strength and him because it's what he needed from me. I wish that I could talk to him again. Everything happened so fast after that day, that only now, over a year and a half later, I feel like there is so much I should have said. I feel stuck in the last moment I had with him before the medications altered his state of mind, because I didn't say all that I so desperately wish I could say now. My Daddy was so brave, even through his fear of dying. And I just wish he... (more)

Blue Collar Blues
Funny the way...
I'm told to just handle certain things, check first with others, given instructions to follow then later told those instructions were wrong, asked to remember deadlines and send reminders, no, stop reminding... go this way, go that way, answer the phone, order the paper, call the customer, place the order, make the coffee, hurry and take your break, skip your break... don't you know your job yet?

look to the sky light
There's that hint of what could be. She's looking for a way to figure out the lines in the sand. Sleep. There is sleep. But what good is sleep when you're all alone? If only she could dream. And find the meaning of the lines in the sky. It would be there. He would be there. And there would be lines in his hands. The way she'd trace them. The way she'd hold them. Dance. In the hopes of future glances, she hopes for future dances. Spin. Round and round they'd go. And the world would fade away. Fade away so far that she'd forget about the lines in the sand. The lines in the sky. Lost. She'd get lost. She'd be lost. She'd be free. (03-20-2007)

The Common Ills
The violence never ends
The violence never ends Kim Willsher (Guardian) announces France has joined in the bombing of Iraq. BBC News notes, "A statement said planes had attacked an IS depot in north-east Iraq, and there would be more raids in the coming days. The US has carried out more than 170 air strikes against the jihadist group in Iraq since mid-August." It's like the early days of The Drone War -- no one talks about civilians killed. No, instead they all pretend that there are precision bombings and, magically, these bombs only kill 'evil' people while protecting the 'good.' All Iraq News reports: The Supreme Religious Authority called the political leaders to be aware to avoid harming the national sovereignty through the foreign support that aims at fighting the Islamic State of Iraq and Levant terrorists. AP notes a Baghdad bombing killed 8 people today. National Iraqi News Agency notes it was a car bomb in central Baghdad and that, in... (more)

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