C.B. Potts's Blog, page 42

Notes to Self

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.

You can solve any problem, given enough time, resources, support and will. You can choose which problems are worth solving. There is nothing in this world that can not be done, not on this blue sky winter tease day. Breathe it in, the cold, the snap March cold, and let it slice through hesitation, cowardice, fear.

Remember laying with your hand on a lover's chest, fingers splayed wide to catch every heartbeat. This is the measure of eternity we are g...

Friday Morning

It has snowed, just enough to break your heart. Spring teases - the quick, cunning glimpses of green, poking at the corners of the most-melted earth - and then it's gone, the world's gone white, offering up only the most chaste comforts. It  makes one wary of the thaw, it does; do you let this be the time you give your heart over, that you believe, that you see that greenery coming and rejoice in earnest? It may not turn out to be true.

It seldom is, in March. This is not a month for honesty. ...

Thursday Morning, Here We Go!

Rise and shine, my freaky darlings. It's an unbelievably warm day here, and it's fixing to rain, and rain lots. You know what that means - a day of Heightened Sump Pump Awareness here at Chez CB. But it's worth it. At least until I get some pontoons and affix 'em to the floor joists and turn this whole thing into a houseboat, where we float on the world's smallest and most poorly illuminated lake. I'd have to tether the place off, lest we float away into parts unknown.

Harmony came down this m...

Wednesday Morning, Vaguely

So you have this guy, and he's got a wife and a couple of kids. Grew up, stayed  near his hometown, and was doing all right, but not great. Things weren't all that exciting. There were better opportunities elsewhere, or so it seemed, so he packed up his family and off he went. It didn't always work the way he intended - there was never enough to eat, the family lived at times in sub-standard or inadequate housing, and access to health care was an ongoing issue - the children bore the brunt of...

If You Want To Do Something Nice For Orenthal

From his facebook:

Our favorite charity has always been St. Jude's. If you want to honor her by giving a gift to charity. That's a good place to start.

Here is the link to do that, if that is what you'd like to do.

Burning the Savage Jungle Down

I am not good at grief.  What I am good at is anger, and rage, and screaming about the unfairness of the world, and fate, and pain, pain, pain that drips like a water torture into our lives. And sometimes the anger does good, and sometimes it doesn't, but always it is there, a little red-headed companion, marbles in his pocket, knives in his boots, freckled and hungry for love and scared to death to be seen as wanting anything. I don't need nothing, going fishing, hook and line and slick-fin ...

On Heartbreak

Please, today, prayers and good thoughts and all the love you have to share for my friend Orenthal who lost his beloved wife Lisa unexpected yesterday. Please, today, tell the people in your life how much you love them.  You never, ever know.

(This icon chosen because that is how Lisa and Orenthal are, in my mind. Everytime O. talks about Lisa, now and for as long as I've known him, every conversation includes how much he loves her.  Every single time.)

Photo of the Day

I like this picture.

Tuesday Morning, Thus Far

I have lost the entire morning somewhere along the way; it's already early afternoon, I've calls to do and a to-do list that is starting to get uncomfortably long. But the calls will be good calls, and the to-do list is filled with the familiar, if not the thrilling, and for a Tuesday, that is not a bad position to be in.

I feel uncertain; the ground is gelatinous underneath my feet - but only at random intervals. Most of the time, the footing is sure; I'm confident enough in this trail that...

Rise and Shine, Rise and Shine, Rise and Shine

There must be a term for that sensation you get inside when finally solving a bit of problem you've been working over so long that you've pretty much forgotten that you're working on it. That's the part of thinking-about-thinking that fascinates me the most: how does it work, what is the process, what exactly happens when we let something stew a while - mulling it over in our minds, consciously or otherwise. What processes go on to solve a problem - independent of our awareness of these proce...