C.B. Potts's Blog, page 19

Sunday Morning

Things are not going the way they're supposed to be going. I wouldn't wish what's happening on someone I hated. I need to be mindful, because I'm not being the person I want to be right now: this current catastrophe is certainly putting me in the same headspace I was in when my Dad died almost 30 years ago. However, I don't have to act like a traumatized 14 year old. I really don't. It's not good for me, it's not good for the kids, it's not good for anyone. And so, deep breath, hammer raised,...

Saturday Morning

You know how they say no news is good news? That actually belongs in the folder of things that aren't necessarily true all of the time. I've had several horrid updates at to the condition of my uncle, but no actual definitive news as of yet. One hopes that that will happen this morning.

Let us look for some funnies. Tim gave me a good laugh this morning, when he said, "I'll go do the grocery shopping. You can stay home." Which considering grocery shopping is not his favorite thing ever, I said...

Friday Morning

I have figured out a thing, and while I'm not sure it is a good thing, I am glad that I figured it out. Long story short for new readers, for a long time I drank a lot, and now I don't drink at all, because I haven't figured the moderation thing yet, and I may not actually live long enough to ever fully get it. But there are times I miss the drinking, and mostly I miss the drinking when there is bad stuff happening that I can't do anything about and I don't want to think about it.

Which, yeah,...

Thursday Morning

There was a man, a long time ago, named Liebniz. He was not necessarily the nicest man in the world, but he was very, very smart. He had a lot of ideas, some of which worked out and some of which didn't. His thoughts on how to get water out of mines, for example, are a great illustration of the fact that just because something *should* would doesn't mean it actually *will* work; there's a reason why engineers today aren't often in the habit of consulting philosphers. But what he did do, more...

Wednesday Morning

People will tell you the most extraordinary things. Sometimes they don't even know they're telling you; sometimes they don't even know they're telling anyone. Sometimes speech is the human equivalent of the steam pressure valve - our mouths open enough to let out the excess stress, tension, and heartache that is built up inside because otherwise: EXPLOSION!

Generally when these moments happen, people have no conscious expectation of being heard. This is a reasonable expectation: mostly, we do...

Here Is The Most Beautiful Thing I've Seen Today

Totally safe for work but it may make you cry. It made me cry.

Tuesday Morning, Thus Far

The moon is bright, bright enough to stand as the sun. Right now, she's the friend of the Amish and farmers, who have lots to do at this hour. The snow reflects every bit of that light back up. The world is mirrored, after a fashion: you can see what there is to see, not in silhouette, but not entirely, either.

It's quiet now. The mice are about. I can hear them working through the walls. One has taken up residence in the dryer. For a house with three cats in it, the mice are exceptionally br...

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Monday morning is exceptionally cold, or so it seems to me - it's -10 below easy out there, which just seems obscene for St. Patrick's Day.

Tim & I had one of those lovely spats that was edging toward a real argument yesterday when he said, "You're just obsessed with death lately! I don't know what's wrong with you!" and I said, "Do you think that maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with all these people who are dying?" and that totally derailed the argument into laughter, which was the...

Thoughts on American Gods

I have not a lot of cope, okay? I am not Talking About Things, and that's why there are books. I've finished American Gods, and if you want to read it without knowing what I think about it, now would be an excellent time to stop reading.



What Gaiman gave us in American Gods is the classic Hero's Journey, with a hero who has no agency. Shadow (REALLY?) is as he is in Jung; existing only to define the light as it is chosen by others. He goes where he is lead, he is perpetually rescued - never do...

BROTHERS AND SISTERS, STAND UP AND SING

We will not be broken, beloveds, for we can not break. We might want to break - that's the way these things tend to go - but we can't. And we can't, so we won't, and tomorrow's another day.

Onward, upward, forward, y'all. Onward, upward, forward in deed.

Sing with me. We shall know one another, even in the dark times, by our songs.