Sorry to hear that,..hope it is still fixable,it starts with allowing 1 loose end in your life,then allowing a second, etc, these loose ends are generating a cascade of events,....blowing up in your face. But the end of something is always the beginning of something new....,of course the question is , is something new desirable? People's live's are not endless, and time is catching up with us fast , i know my advice must be to re-think the model, you both. Everything loses the polish in time , the varnish, the shiny, the enchanting glade. It goes for the new things to. I hope you people can do something with it.
Adrie 2010/8/29 John Carl <[email protected]> > Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you > I woke up this morning, and I wrote down this song. > I just can't remember who to send it to. > > James Taylor; as learned by the author in miss Ann Roacha's 6th grade > guitar > class > > I've been thinking about miss Ann Roacha, my teacher at Scott's Valley > Middle School, who was the sweetest, prettiest, most hip and sexy, slender > and miniskirted teacher I ever saw in my life. Admittedly, most of my > previous experience was SDA parochial school, but even so I know she was > something special. Years later my Uncle Arnold, who lived in Scotts Valley > many years, took guitar from her and still sorta just sighed over her, the > way all men did. She was the cherry on a perfect existence - Scott's > Valley, 1971. Nestled in at the base of the Santa Cruz mounains. Ann > taught health as well, so she was my instructress in Sex ed. Drugs and Rock > and Roll. > > Sigh indeed. > > I've been thinking about her, and that guitar class, because of a story > I've > been working on. A story I owe to a girl, a friend of my oldest daughter > Em, who won it from me in a contest. I'll probably share it when it's > done, > because the contest was name the people in the photo on my face book page, > and the people were RMP and Chris, posed on the motorcycle. The story > starts with Miss Anne Rocha's guitar class; my mom interrupting me > learning > that song in our fourth week, with terrible news. > > Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone... > > But that's not ready yet. Today you'll hear about the usual subject this > time of year, with a few surprising juxtapositions. > > The usual subject this time of year, is fire - our only nemesis in this > here neck of the woods. You might hear about the threats people in > California live under - floods, earthquakes, tsunami maybe. But the > foothills of the Sierras are impervious to earthquake, riding as we do our > 400 mile long, 20 mile wide, solid slab of granite surfboard, into the > sunset. Tsunamis and floods are problems for the valley people and coast - > dwellers at the bottom of our 1800 feet in the air. Tornadoes and > Hurricanes happen elsewhere, and our only real fear is fire and only from > July to October. > > There's one started yesterday, pretty close to the same place I saw one > start last year. In the woody inaccessible areas below the bullards bar > reservior, right behind my house. This year I'm not as worried about it, > because the wind's wrong (nice! no smell of smoke) and it did something > real unusual for this time of year - it rained. Just a bit, scattered > drops, no more, but obviously we've got humidity in the air. The dry > eastern wind which dessicated is gone for now. > > > Lu and I have agreed to separate. That's a brand new development. Not > with > any hostility, nor with much sadness. We both think its a good idea, each > of us for our own reasons, and many good ones we both share. We've > discussed it in terms of our community situation and children. We're not > interested in dating other people (oh god - shudders. As if any woman in > the world could put up with me except Lu. And if they would, believe me, > they ain't good enough for me. Sorta one of those groucho marx thingies.) > We're interested in changing some patterns. And she's working at Josh's > school all week, and our vehicle situation is dire, and it just makes sense > for her to spend the night in town. Meanwhile, all the piles and piles of > things that our house so desperately needs, don't get done unless I'm here > to do them. And not even then. So I guess while I say there's no > hostility, there's gonna be if I don't get this place in better shape. And > I just don't seem to be much motivated when she's here all the time, seeing > to the things that need to be done, being her sweet, loving self and its > like, I'm perfectly happy so why make any effort? > > So anyway, that's that. I've had Josh all weekend, just him and me. We > get > to have the house to ourselves apart from feminine domination in 9 years > for him, 20 for me. > > So the longing for my wife, and and relief from disapprobation are > opposing > forces in my heart. Fire and rain. It fits the mood of the moment. > > I've seen fire, and I've seen rain. > I've seen sunny days, that I thought would never end. > I've seen lonely times, when I could not find a friend. > But I know that I will see her, be with her again. > Moq_Discuss mailing list > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > Archives: > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > http://moq.org/md/archives.html > -- parser Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org/md/archives.html
