Months slip by, great times and good times and not such good times. Months fly by.

months become years, years become lifetimes. miss ya ma.

Great times I’ve had recently – the cuteness of the kids, the joy of framily gathering, the love of my sister hosting my soul for a very important thing. Flip phones & radio stations for life, eh Blood?

Not so good times – friends broken still, adults acting like entitled bullies, the complete loss of hope in the future for all of mankind – looking at you Pat Mc-Hatefilled-Shitbag.

taking stands so you can stand or sit as you please – april 16, Manbites Dog theater

Springtime this year has been an amazing never-ending parade of blossoms and growth and weather and awakening. Guess the potential issue is when you wake up and realize that your dream, as weird as it may have been, at least made some sense.

we’re so close to the ground, so close to the sky – into denver, april ’16

From the perspective that some things are working well in the US of A, and that there are places that aren’t quite up to speed, shouldn’t be anything that baffles me. I’ve from a small village in upstate New York, and I’ve lived in Los Angeles. I spent time overseas – I know when we fail at going with the best idea. “We” the people, as much as ‘we’ the individual peeps, often make bad decisions and then commit to them. Guess the challenge becomes how to get over/past the bad decisions, make good choices as FairyGodMother Claire might suggest, and get things to be better?

Really. I do. We use a very VERY long extension cord and a bicycle generator kit … – april 16 durhamtown

By thinking about what we do it seems we can get to where we want to be.
Problem is – and I think I’m just realizing this – is that when I envision ‘thinking about’ I envision listening and hearing someone from the LGBTQ community say ‘hey, this is a challenge, this could be the solution, no one suffers unduly’; what I never – never! – think of is the conversations that go ‘hey, fuck them. fuck them hard – can we get them to stop voting? can we get them to shoot each other? keep them away from my money and power!!’ – ’cause that’s just not how I process the world around me. ‘Causes me much distress when I catch myself going down me vs. them, us vs. them mentality path.
Not that I go for walks much down any paths anymore recently. Huh.

shadows on stairs – durhamtown – april 2016

I take photos though. Lots and lots of photos.
I look through/ don’t look through/ push a button/ capture the world/ look back on what I caught/ think I am doing something/ something with my time/ anything at all

Was an interesting weekend, with nice weather outside, and stormy weather inside. Conversations started nicely, but went no where.
So I go with grump, hopefully civil, and the weird feeling is that I rightly don’t care if anyone noticed or was upset or displeased. My funk is about me and my wants/needs hopes & dreams. No one elses, eh? So I felt my feels, and acted as I did. But is still sucks.

And so May has arrived, Mother’s Day has passed, today is the 3rd anniv of us saying ‘oh, fine, stay with us you lovable mutt you!’, and soon we’ll be attempting the Pop’s birthday, Memorial Day, Hanging Rock trifecta as June attacks. Wish us well.

hali so loves the sun – durhamtown – april 2016

{2:38p+9May2016=Monday afternoon | Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings sing “100 Days, 100 Nights” on Cheryl Waters’ KEXP afternoon show}