tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548791728880135916.post2590367209856946649..comments2023-10-23T09:23:08.495-07:00Comments on An Englishman in Davis, California: The Angry CarerKevin Weedonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10357526890440910175noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548791728880135916.post-9166015198716788492012-01-21T11:40:26.526-08:002012-01-21T11:40:26.526-08:00Made your bed?... and you must lie in it? No, we ...Made your bed?... and you must lie in it? No, we try to make our beds and maybe, with a bit of luck, succeed at tucking in a corner, maybe. But Kevin's bed was made for him by an indifferent and mindless trajectory which has us all entwined and ensnared and makes all our beds. Some with down and comfort and some with hard-board and cold ache. And the true part of that old saying is lying in it-- that we <i>must</i> do and best it is to <i>choose</i> to do so and lie down willfully and straighten the sheet and fluff the pillow (if pillow there be) as best we can. Kevin's best is powerful and yet he can do only so much with the spare materials bequeathed to him. His anger and his tears are as a river constrained to a tortuous bed, mighty but required to follow a path. Still, his river can eke at the banks and shift the sediments in sometimes small and sometimes larger ways. And always he must flow on, anger and all.<br /><br />Kevin's anger and Chris' hurt are Sam's woe and grief. He twists his fingers, his mind wanders, seeking spells of solace. And none come. His tears and sadness accomplish no thing. Caroline cries; she is bereft. We all simply wait, alone in our hurt, unique to each of us. We twist in our own trajectories, knowing little but knowing some of whither we wend. And in the knowing lies the hurt. <br /><br />Love to you all; I say know that you are all loved, each by the other and by all the others. And we will all care for the others among us and do what must be done. And cry over what cannot be done.<br /><br />May there be ultimate peace... and contentment... and some joy, too. Let us revel in small joys.<br /><br />--samsamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03238423951850051200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548791728880135916.post-47580299993732515052012-01-21T06:56:28.580-08:002012-01-21T06:56:28.580-08:00sorry, sorry, sorry.
Want to go have a paintball ...sorry, sorry, sorry.<br /><br />Want to go have a paintball war when I get down there?Red Pawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09663801236102868142noreply@blogger.com