Reflections

Just another window pic.  The message caught my eye.  Here's an example of a photo that will be forgotten before you finish reading this post.  And yet. . . . 

Sex has ended many careers.  Platner "sexted" someone, so now he can't be a politician.  A little weird, I think, but sex is, you know, "sexy."  I think there are three kinds of politicians, those who get caught and those who don't.  And the third?  The very scary weird.  

I should amend that to say "those who get accused."  How many convictions are there?  

Anthony Weiner.  

But that's just me.  There are people who volunteer for military duty.  Imagine that.  It seems very odd.  Taking orders has never been my forte.  I have a difficult time doing what I am told to do.  I think such things are genetic.  

T came back to town to close on the sale of his house.  He sold it to a family you all know.  He still had things to get out of the house, so I helped him with the big stuff.  I'm not so good at that anymore, though.  Bringing heavy shit down the stairs was scary.  My back, hips, and knees are no longer mobile.  Still, we got it all done without incident.  He wanted to give me a lot of things.  A brand new king mattress.  Lamps.  End tables.  Toaster and coffee maker.  Other things, too.  

What I took was a very expensive ladder.  I need a good ladder.  So I thought.  But when I got it back to my house, I thought again.  A ladder means work.  

I don't want to do that anymore.  I'm not even good at it.  I should have taken the toaster.  

At one point, I asked him if he was relieved or sad to be closing the next day.  

"Sad."

Good lad.  

I'll see him again today, then he is gone.  His truck already has Tennessee tags.  The cost of everything Tennessee is cheaper--car insurance, property taxes, etc.  Not just a little cheaper, either.  A third of what one pays here.  But I've read my own state now is the most expensive in the country for buying and maintaining a home.  Surpassed California.  And yet people are crowding in.  They are moving to Tennessee as well, though.  In droves.  The state has a lot of room for people, so it won't be overcrowded anytime soon.  

But it is changing nonetheless.  It will soon be North Carolina.  That's where Q moved.  I saw an advertisement on t.v. for his own hometown.  They invite you to come.  There are things to do, people to meet.  

I'm not going anywhere.  Not even to the coast.  Mom and I will be right here if you need us.  

I'll just have to content myself with windows and reflections and the like.  Now I need to feed my mother.  And so. . . .

Oh. . . I wrote the email to the Saulter Foundation yesterday.  No response yet.  Waiting.