Joy.

I hope that it is not a continuing trend to be having these up and down days.
Or up and down weeks.
But I suppose those are more like back and forth weeks.
The days themselves would still be considered as up and down.

I have been expecting something in the mail.
I could have really used a boost like finding my package waiting for me when I got home today.
Instead it was one of those notices that the mail person had tried to deliver it and would retry tomorrow.
In my opinion, if there are people in the house, and all they did was leave a note, then they did not try very hard.
And it is worse to know that it was so close!
I only worry now that it will be the same thing tomorrow.
Curses!

Joy.
Joy in the worry.
Joy in the up and down, back and forth.

lovamtweh

Something is something.

Making a difference, one cup at a time.
This is the slogan on the side of my disposable coffee cup.
I was having some guilt issues with the purchase of my coffee and the use of this cup, but then I read the informative side of the cup and found out that those pangs of guilt were only for those cups that did no try to make a difference...
Like the cup I used.
I think that is one of the worst things about our impending batch of global epidemics; the slogans telling us that we will be alright.
Because you know, a cup made of renewable resources still came out of a factory, possibly the same factory that made all the other "regular" cups.
The cups that don't give a shit about us.
The cups that aren't even trying to make a difference.

It is everywhere, on everything.
Sad attempts to make you feel better about your choice to not really do anything differently.
F that!
I want some cup honesty dammit!
Quit babying me Cup, give it to me straight.
Give me a cup covered in the sad truth of my puchase.
Like an unoptimistic bottle of Bronner's Soap.

You want to help me make a difference Cup?
Then make me feel worse for using you in the first place.
It is the only way I will learn.
Lovarrhew

Hot Grease and a Smoky Grill.

To the best of my knowledge, this is a photo from exactly right now.
As you can see, the hair is very present.

I am making some food to feed to my family, will it be a yay or nay!?
Only time will tell.

lovamthew

Scruffy Knees.

As far as I can tell, this is a photo from almost exactly one year ago.
We went back to Wisconsin to visit the family, and I ate some cherries at my Mom's house.
The hair was not present, and I am sure it felt great.

This year we are in Brooklyn, home I guess you would call it.
Wisconsin is not feeling like home very much anymore.
There are rumblings, rumors of a move for many of the people that make that place home for both Myself and T.
And what with the situation in Door County, well, that isn't helping the odds of us ending up there again.
I don't want to rule out any more summers in the tent, but it doesn't look good.
Do you remember when we lived in the tent?
Wasn't that the best?

I got nothing else right now.
I have to take care of some fatherly duties.
lovmathwe

New York can suck it!

I am only sort of kidding about that, just sometimes can New York suck it.
You might hate it a lot for a while, but then you see something that makes you feel alright.
Like this graffiti that I saw yesterday.
It is on Morgan Ave, near the lunch truck.
How great!

But then there are the things like Truen's Medicaid BS.
Or the occasional unhelpful or rude person.
The people speeding through a yellow light.
The cars blasting Spanish music right at your baby's face.
Clouds of exhaust when you are riding your bike.

I guess it is all big city stuff in general.
That stuff can get me down pretty quick.

But then you see something like a cock and balls, two boobs and a vagina/butthole combo that just makes your day.

3 day weekend dammit!
I hope you and yours are well.

lvoamtewh

Also, I have a longer post about divorce, but that has to wait.