I’m up in Oregon right now.

My stepfather passed away a few days ago. I’m up here helping my mom in any/all ways I can. She had come down in her car to visit us. I drove her back when we learned about my stepfather’s passing. That leaves me with no easy ride home as my mom lives in a rural area.

Using the power of Google, and my dreams of freedom, I looked up Amtrak. They have a train that runs from here down to Sacramento. The ticket isn’t that much either.

SOLD.

Only it leaves at night and arrives in Sacramento at 6:30 in the morning. That means if I’m (UN)lucky, which I seem to be in areas of writing, much of the ride will be done overnight. That means I’ll be sleeping. I won’t have the time to enjoy the scenery and fade into my thoughts to write.

So much for trying to sneak in a bright spot on an otherwise depressing trip up to Oregon.

My mom, strong as she is, is taking things day by day. I’m doing what I can by cleaning, clearing, grabbing, driving, and all the other tasks that come up.

I don’t know what else to do.

I can create and kill with the whim of a finger stroke in my works, but the real world doesn’t work that way.

The next question is, if I could possess the power of a god, would I?

I think things are way too layered and cross-threaded for my little ol’brain to fully grasp. Think butterfly effect only on OMEGA-LEVEL STERIODS.

This sucks.

Pain is part of life, it brings meaning to joy…

Doesn’t mean it still doesn’t suck.

I don’t like ending on a sour note. Life is TOO SHORT not to try and find some joy in each and every moment.

Have I ever mentioned me getting through a DUI checkpoint by farting? We rolled down our window as the officer stuck his head in. He didn’t even speak as he rushed to wave us through.

True story.

Enjoy each day for it could be your favorite last day.

Tootles all

😛

(p.s. FU Dwight)