So, This Stinks

I went out to the garage this morning to find my back tire flat and the front one on the way to joining it.  The Butcher put enough air in the back one so that I could get to the tire place where they informed me that I needed new tires, which, coincidentally, was what the Butcher said as he was filling the back one up.

So, I had to leave my car there. And the Butcher came and got me and drove me to work. And I sat in his back seat, the sun on my face and the cool breeze was so nice and I told him a little about how scared I was about him being unemployed again and how tired I am of feeling like we can’t get ahead on the credit card because we’re always putting stuff on it, telling ourselves that this is an emergency. Because, of course, there’s always an emergency.

Like tires.

But damn, I’m glad we could pay cash for the computer.

Anyway, just talking it out with the Butcher helped. We both have a tendency to kind of keep the stuff that’s worrying us from each other, but then we never know that our worry is shared. So, that’s kind of stupid.

It was nice, but then, when I was getting out of the car, I totally hinked my hip and had to lay there in the back seat until it didn’t hurt.

And the Butcher said, “Just try to make it through today in one piece.”

And we both laughed.

Lock II Park

People, that’s all I want to write about. It’s all I want to think about. I was having kind of a grouchy morning yesterday and then we went out there and it was like… I don’t even know. The river and the straight layers of rocks on the bluff and the big old trees and the feeling of the house, like someone had loved it and moved on and just left it waiting to be full again.

It’s creepy, but not in a scary way. It’s creepy because it’s empty. But when you’re near the house, you just know it’s a house used to being a home.

I don’t know how stuff like this happens, exactly, and I know Metro Parks has about zero dollars for anything, but that’s why we can’t just rely on the city to fix some of this stuff, you know?

People have to become invested in it and agitate for things.

I just very strongly feel that a city is a city in both space and time. You’re never going to meet all the people that live in your city now, but you can see the ways that shape and change the city. It is the same for your neighbors in earlier times.  And finding ways to know and incorporate the ways they lived in the city is an invaluable part of being a city.