This "re-opening" shit is giving me Deja-Vu. It's either a glitch in the Matrix, or I've been watching too many fucking documentaries, and I spent too much time with my grandfather.
For the first time in 35 years together, the Bear and I are doing a little bit of hoarding. I know what you are thinking, and fuck you. It's just a little bit of hoarding, and it's not for us.
For not the first time in a decade, the man cave has come in handy.
I'm not one of these nuts that wants to spread the virus or let grandparents die to "save" the economy. All these deaths from Covid-19 are preventable, and we should do everything we can to save each person. But now is a good time for a little perspective.
During a pandemic, my bullshit doesn’t always fit. So I found something more profound to steal and put here instead. Thanks for the words of Hope , Stephen.
I wrote this about fifteen years ago but the idea that we be there for one another, that we provide hope, seems even more timely now.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder and harder time with the concept of hope. Read too much. Too many newspapers. Too much internet. Too many news programs. It’s a tough world out there. I hope things will work out but I’m not surprised when they don’t. I hope for the best but I prepare for the worst. Because hope is not expectation. Hope contains a small element of doubt. Just hoping. And hope and faith are not the same thing. Faith suggests confidence and assurance. Yes, it will all work out in the end! Even if it doesn’t. Hope, on the other hand, suggests that the best is not a given, that there is a need for outside intervention and if…
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