I think it’s important for one to take a certain distance from oneself.
~ Václav Havel ~
Sixty-eight years ago, members of the U.S. Army’s 101st Airborne Division and the National Guard escorted nine Black students to class at the Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas. I was roughly four years old at the time. Until right-wing conservatives wrested control of powerful governmental, political, and social institutions in the past few years, I would have though the Central High School experience was history that could never be repeated again. But, now, history is rewriting itself with pens supplied by racists, bigots, misogynists, xenophobes, greed-mongers, and other people in common with such human scum.
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Friends came by yesterday afternoon to chat and to deliver a marvelous gift: a fabulous apple pie. We spent time talking about what all of us have been doing of late. The way to have a happy conversation is to engage in the discussion while consuming apple pie à la mode. not long afterward, another friend came by to visit briefly and to deliver a different gift: tasty treats designed to improve one’s state of mind.
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Sixteen hours…and then some. That’s how long I slept, beginning last night around 8 p.m. While watching television, I partook of a tranquility trigger (from a friend) that prompted me to have a desire for pretzels. While munching on pretzels, I partook of another—but different—treat; this one with the distinct aroma and taste of juniper berries. Before I went to bed, I wondered how well I would sleep. I slept like a log.
When I sleep as long as I did last night and this morning, days and day-parts combine. Early Thursday morning devolves into mid-day Wednesday. The moments following the sky’s darkening after sunset become the final few minutes preceding sunrise…with only a blink of an eye in between. I blame the confusion on sleep, but the truth could be this: confusion could be to blame for sleep.
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