Sixty. The number of days exactly till I have my kids for 10 days.
Hatred is it better than apathy? Depending on the degree with which it is expressed, I lean toward yes. I spent a part of an afternoon in which I could have been invisible for the most part. Ignored really by the group of people I was with (for the most part). Since it matters to me what they think (to a small extent) I think I would rather they hate me, at least there is some sort of common ground. Apathy is so all together different. The nothingness of it is striking. But hey you can’t make people like you. The funny thing is I have been around them enough to know have some sense of the kind of person they do like. I am not that kind of person. Not animated enough, loud enough, outgoing enough (?). High context versus low context. ( Me being low of course). Aside from that I had a good time and really a pretty damn good weekend. Emptied out my storage unit saving me 187 dollars next month and creating hours of work at home sorting through packed boxes of stuff. What to keep for the kids is the hard part. What will my daughter and to a lesser extent will my son possibly appreciated from their parent’s failed marriage. Have I now become the keeper of my ex wifes wedding dress until my daughter reaches adulthood? Pictures, and stuff, artifacts and relics. I felled a tree in my backyard, kind of, My neighbor and I had a friend of his who knows how to cut down trees did the actual skilled portion of the event. I just cleaned up the mess in my yard. Sunny weekend days are things to cherish in Seattle and that’s what I did. Making the most out of a rare weekend of sun.
My bus ride in to work today is a series of random things loosely pulled tight. Guy sitting next to me on the bus, and not the first time he has sat next to me, always reading religious material. Typically a bible, but today a book, book. I am reading my own book, a satirical book of short semi autobiographical storys by Sloane Croasley titled “I was told there’d be cake”, funny book. She has devoted a chapter to the origin of her name and experience of having an unusual name. Come to find out that she is named after the female character in a 1960’s Charleton Heston movie Daimond Head, yes of course that Daimond Head in Hawaii in which NRA prez Hess is playing a Hawaiin Plantation owner and his sis Sloan is in love with a no good local. Anyway back to the bus. At some point I look over and the guy is starting Ch 3, entitled “Can a loving God really send people to Hell?”, I know for sure that a Jewish old testament God would. Lots of Sunday school and eventually Catholic HS taught me that. Better yet and this is where it comes full circle Heston played none other than Moses who saved people from Hell and he played the astronaught in Planet of the Apes where he Damns everyone to Hell in the last line of the movie whan he finds the statue of libery buried in sand on the beach.
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