Pumpkins

Found garbage discarded on the front yard, which I pick up and dispose of. I notice one of my cairns is toppled, not unusual after a bit of rain.

But it is unusual to have three of them down, especially the most stable one, but not all. One of the bits of trash is a large beer can, so I make my assumptions. And then spend a good amount of time happily re-balancing in a different configuration my rocks and stones.

And other items.



I'm planning on cooking the medium one sometime this weekend.


New onions coming up.



I've written before about my father's swearing at me. And I think, this is why only a female presidential candidate could best the Orangeshit. He emasculates every other male in his adolescent bravado pseudo-masculinity. But that all falls flat on a secure woman, rolls off, looks as ugly as it is.




The bully knocks down our balanced pile and runs away. We roll our eyes, and pile it back up, pick up the trash and go on. The whole point of our system is to never let the dreadfuls get too far, which means letting them have their (stupid) say. Let them condemn themselves. And, in check, they do. As they continue to grumble and whine at the unfairness of it all. They don't get to win, boo hoo. What they accuse everyone else of is what they are most ashamed of in themselves. How dare we make them feel guilty for what they are most guilty of? As though we had any power to make them feel anything.

Sooner or later, gonna cut them down. Before they go too far. Don't let them actually win, not really. We've faced worse, and pulled the struts out beneath them.


It's all ephemeral, all illusion. We do make progress, we do learn compassion.

And we rebuilt the trust, the stones, the pumpkins.