Oh, I do love how the world is waking only now to all those things that so many of us have been saying all along. Ohio? “Nothing to see here. Move along!” Nationalizing banks? “We’ve got to keep our phoney baloney jobs, men!” But this…oh, this is rich, indeed.
First, Chief Editor Korir’s family ought to check on the life insurance because his life will be cheap, indeed, to those he is fighting. And I hope he has those tapes very carefully secured. A Swiss bank lockbox won’t suffice. Finally, it brings on the very question ignored from the start – is the man even legally permitted to apply for the job?
Oh, rich – RICH – this drama, this denouement.
And so, we prepare in this home. Crossfit is our current focus in order to be ready for whatever may come. He speaks in tongues upstairs, the weights crashing and sweat flying. It truly makes a mere 20 minutes worth 60.
It’s his 4-day with no obligations outside of fun until Monday when he’ll work for a tidy sum to protect some HBO “talent” as they film in our small town. (I’m thinking of walking Ranger nearby and see if he is “discovered”.) So maybe tomorrow we ought to go shooting. I think I’m recovered enough for at least the handguns and maybe a few test rounds through my new baby…
As everything seems to spiral around me, roadkill eyes reflecting the dark wings above, I turn to things that bring an ease to the soul. One of those things is drums. I don’t know why but the intensity herein thrills me. Always has. Primal, strong, stirring, and full of integrity…the video is shakey but not needed anyway. Just listen and sharpen something. (Lift of the kilt to the kind soul in Rachel Lucas’ comments for the referral…)
Just in time for Sunday’s trip to Plantersville…shall I dress for it? I don’t know. I usually do but then I also used to go alone. It is Fantasy weekend, after all…and I need that escape just now.