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A confession

Have a confession to make.

I still like fried food.. It’s usually just fish or chicken.

I shall try to change my ways.

On Los Alamos. NM

I have not been there yet, but a neighbor tells me it is one reason for loud jets sometimes in Santa Fe because Los Alamos is a U.S.. military defense center.

Of course, the town is also known as the place where nuclear bombs were created in WWII.

Looks on the Internet to be a pretty town, but the jet sounds can be annoying.

On progress

Trying to restart  a work in progress on a new novella about federal politics. I lived in DC and the DC area a long time, so it had impact on me.

What stalled maybe is because I am planning to base the main female character on a teenaage crush who bcame a successful politician and maarries the main character, a U.S. Senator.

I will not “name her name,” but it can be hard to create fiction based on real people.

poem

“Lightning” by yours truly

It keeps coming down,

But oddly no thunder,

And j wonder…

Across foothhills or through window sills,

Lightening can be very frightenining at night.

Whole horizon  at short aljght, all night.

Only three seconds as it reckons

It can be a bit frightening at night

Especially when listening to silence in the sky at night with light.

A new poem

“Place” by yours truly

“Time is only time, and place is always and only place.” –T.S. Eliot

Not so sure.

Thinking of my new place.

Been here less than a year.

Beautiful foothills and sky, friendly people, pleasant cool winds,

But also very loud cars and barking dogs.

Ethos as I recall from school

Can mean understanding and being at peace with your place.

I said to my Dad recently

That every place has good and bad.

He replied, “:focus on the good.”

 

On a novel

Sometimes at my age and in my condition, it can be hard to remember exactly what happened in your youth.

But I wrote a senior high school paper partly on Graham Geene’s novel The End of the Affair.

I had a conversation with an intense teenage crush who had seemed to have also read it. I said the main character and narrator Bendrix was not really an atheist as he claims. He was just a sinner and very bitter.

She did not agree. We broke up a few months later anyway..

On   odd comments

My last psychist unusually spoke of religion in our first session. I said I believed in God. He kindly gave me a placard about worshtriping God.

But oddly in the second session he claimed we were both non-believers. I have not talked to him since

Religious belief is a mystery.

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On a frenemy

Have been thinking a bit today of what they call today a frenemy. He was generous when in high school but made fun of me a lot and almost seemed to want to kill me at times.

He had a car and a lot of social contacts, so drove me and a mutual buddy to parties. I was a bit wild as a teenager and still did pretty well in school and lone-wolf sports. So he may have resented me for that.

I haven’t talked to him since aout 19 or20 (except once in our 30s briefly when he said angrily that it was surprising  I was still alive b  ut have recently reconnected to some high school pals who are more friendly still.

On resilience

I was given a biography by a friendly co-worker when much younger about Bill Bradley. At the time, it was thought he could be the next Democratic U.S. President. He was a Midwest politician and may have at times been an international spy for the U.S. but of course did not say it directly in the book.

The biographer asked him at one point what he thought was one of the most important characteristics in life. He responded, “resilience.” I think medical doctors call this plasticity in physical /mental terms “plasticicity,”meaning the ability of a body to heal itself.

This came to mind today because I need some resilience with my latest fiction manuscript. “Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.”–U2 (got the song quote wrong in a past post).

On skin and a new poem

Am having a recurrence of dandruff problems on my scalp and other parts of my my head recently. It may have been one result of the rececnt police torture to my my nervous system.

“Hills” by yours truly

Pretty foothills

And stubborn wills.

Anger kills.

More pills.

But easy on swills.

Light lightning strikes,

Light as a brief  night.

But later thunder can rumble

As well may, as well we may have might.

Blue foothills and sky.

Why oh why?