Les abats des efforts échoués me déplacent à la nausée. Je tremble de peur que vous commenciez à exécuter.
(The offal of failed endeavors moves me to nausea. I tremble lest you begin performing.)
Les abats des efforts échoués me déplacent à la nausée. Je tremble de peur que vous commenciez à exécuter.
(The offal of failed endeavors moves me to nausea. I tremble lest you begin performing.)
Je domine l’univers, divin et terrible, enthousiaste et faible.
(I bestride the universe, godlike and terrible, ecstatic and weak.)
Je sombre dans le puits profond de mon âme pourrie.
(I sink in the deep well of my rotten heart.)
America, these are scary times. I get through them just a bit more easily thanks to a few important people. I would say I add more important people every year than I subtract. Then there’s the people I’m out of touch with even though you live across town. What’s your damn deal? Who stops writing back first? Who lets the calls go to voicemail? Many times I’m guilty. Life gets overwhelming.
Like this week. I had to hop in a cab yesterday to get home to take Mr. H to Rehydration Camp. That’s like Guantanamo Bay, with Tylenol and surly nurses. Today the little sucker had to go back again because he couldn’t breathe, and it turned out he has pneumonia. Â He never really gets sick, so when he calls in the middle of the afternoon to say “Can you come home,” it’s a pretty big deal. I had this horrible thought that he might kick off even as I waited in line at CVS to purchase the exciting thermometer with 3 modes. You can tell which mode it’s in because the stick man on the LCD points to his head, his armpit, or his ass.
After all the prescriptions were filled, we sat on the couch and got weepy talking about how neither one of us is ever allowed to die or become gravely ill. I realize how my definition of family has changed over the years. For all intents and purposes, a lot of my blood relatives are nutbags. My own parents are kind and well-intentioned, but they just don’t understand half the stuff that comes up in our lives. Weddings? “In my day, you changed your name and liked it!” When I was busy doing the pee-pee dance about getting laid off, released from 1999-style hell, my poor mudder was unsettled. Until I put it like this: “I motherfucking retired. Like Coolio.” Retirement, that they get. “Oh. Well, CONGRATULATIONS!”
But I’ve got my boo, and we’re a family. We make big scary adult decisions. We are getting life insurance. We use the cat as a child substitute, because she’s people too. And then there’s the rest of the tribe, the friends we can count on no matter what. Sorry to be a sap, but it’s true, and you know it. Don’t underestimate what you have for a snot-covered second. It’s worth more than a job or a new car or even shoes. Sure, work kept me in cartoon underwear for a while, but there’s more to life than lame-ass pyramid charts and capabilities presentations. We’ve got empires to start, hairstyles to try out.
So thanks for being my people, people. All those rude conversations about other people’s outfits, all those rounds of drinks, oh, those times we paint each other’s nails, they mean so much.
-xxoo
Beaucoup ne deviennent jamais doux ; ils se décomposent même en été. C’est poltronnerie ce holdeth ils rapidement à leurs branches.
(Many never become sweet; they rot even in the summer. It is cowardice that holdeth them fast to their branches.)
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Nous ne sommes pas les gens qui péché parce que nous péché, medicine nous péché parce que nous sommes les gens qui péché.
(We are not sinners because we sin, we sin because we are sinners.)
Contre mon meilleur jugement, health je suis devenu impliqué à Ruse raffiné.
(Against my better judgment, I became involved in an elaborate ruse.)
La jeunesse est toute trop désireuse d’épauler le fardeau de la vie.
(Youth is all too eager to shoulder the burden of living.)