Listen children and let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time there was a man who loved a woman but didn’t want to live with her. She was okay with that. She had to move and at the last minute the landlord said no and at the last minute she had to make arrangements to move in with the man who didn’t want to live with her. They lived together for years. Their love ended. Their living arrangement did not. Six months went by. The woman made arrangements to move into a shelter because she figured out that accusing a man of being abusive would move her up an intake list. She called movers. The day was set.
The elevator broke.
The man looked out across his life and wondered why despite all his rationality he believed that this event wasn’t random. Couldn’t be random.
Mike, Keith, Kate, Jeff and I got together yesterday. Keith put too much pressure on one part of the hammock and it split. We congratulated him on taking one for the team, because if it had broken when Katie was it in we all would have been very sadface, although an eight months’ pregnant woman would not get in a hammock. Keith was uninjured. Mike demonstrated yoga. Keith rode off in search of beer. I massaged Katie’s feet. We mostly stayed on the back deck, as brilliant afternoon turned into brilliant evening. Keith rode home after dusk; Mike drove home; I put Katie in a cab. We ordered pizza and talked and were together and laughed.
So blessed. I told Mike that we’re part of his tribe.
Chris O’Shea, filker, is responsible for this charming instafilk.
“I woke up ever so slightly later this morning …
… And I was feeling ever so slightly more blue.
Yes I woke up ever so slightly later this morning…
… and I was feeling ever so slightly more blue.
Hard to tell the difference from yesterday.
I’m sufferin’ from the Delta Blues.”