Well, perhaps the time has come. I have shared this seldom, so most will not know that the political articles I’ve been posting here were merely placeholders for the time when I would be ready to write.
One of the main purported reasons I have been delaying is because so much has happened since I first decided I needed a blog, and in the decade(s) before then, that it might be impossible to unpack it all. Just for a few highlights, I’ve been evicted at least three times, fired three, robbed, mugged, swindled — and the stolen bicycle count is over 13 now. Time to talk, perhaps. Meanwhile, teeth were decaying one day as I lay in my red Dodge van with a lame 7th cylinder, baking in a supermarket parking lot in July 2009. I had cracked the rear French doors open, in hopes that a breeze from the driver window would wick away just a little of my sweat. I heard a teenage boy exclaim as he and his family walked past me, unaware of my audience: “Look Mom, it’s the Down By the River Van!” I did know who Chris Farley was, but had no familiarity with his famous skit. Nonetheless, I had a sinking feeling, the feeling…… of tooth decay. Soon enough I would learn this feeling had metastasized to include leukemia.
Okay, chemo tomorrow, and I’ve been late to the clinic too often.