roof is leaking like a bitch, same spot, I will hire Craig if he will let me as soon as he knows - if I did it now, it would increase his pain, my knowing first - if I wait, he'll know I knew and even argued for someone else over him (he's not as @atrisk) - so anywhich way even tho we know we had NO MORE CONTROL, the severence was a union miracle, we know it might hurt too much to be around each other for his choosing how long 

and the therapist canceled

painfully earnest 💔

and the weather is shit

so

wake n bake and stay in bed, I figure. all day. 

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Creative growth depends upon showing up repeatedly. (aka breaking)

the final list is 8 names dropped, 6 of them ours 🫂 💔 

there might be a word for this feeling in another language. I can only describe it situationally: you've done an impossible job really well, and no one else could have done it, practically a miracle you figured out how to pull it off. It's your magic that did it. It took every kind of art you had. And because of you, people were seen, something saved or harmed less, and it mattered (that always matters). 

in every fairy tale, without exception, magic comes at a cost.

the cost to that kind of magic is that you only feel what you couldn't do. everyone congratulating you while you just want to crawl into a quiet corner and lick your wounds alone to death.

in every fairy tale, without exception, magic comes at a cost.

the cost of that kind of magic is that you only feel what you could not do 💔

I know Brandon (a "he", Union) is feeling only that, is what I mean. not me. I am remembering it (or rendering it). thinking

thunderstorm = count the dogs piled up my ass a mile, everybody shaking like leaf 

important clarification as I turn off this day with bad tv and try to eat:

Aaron did not fail to show up for The Knife, I dont want to leave that impression. first of all, it wasnt a test it was a wish of hers. 2nd of all, he sent the photo she wanted of him and the kids, and the asstat is a gift that keeps giving. 

but most importantly to note about ALL OF THIS is that some WISHES can't be granted. my mother wishes for many many many many many many utterly impossible things. not just Time Back, and my dad undead, but also stuff like the illusion that hard work guarantees safety, she'd like that illusion restored. I don't blame her, so do I. but she nearly killed me in the last 6 weeks with her bottomless wishes for Different Realities as I had to drag her ass back to THIS ONE every hour of every day that she was here.

I love her dearly and we are determined to keep her above the grass, but that wish of ours might not be granted. that's it 😪

thinking

deciding this is funny 🤏, enough that if I gave it a spin towards funny story I could probably land it, wondering if cerebral guerella erotica has an ethical problem of consent, cz my mind will write whatever it wants unless I shoot it, and at least one of the coworker plotlines could be funnier if there was an unexpected upbeat in their breaking apart

and in the end tho I really hate a looot of this, if you never really break then you're boring (to me)

but I didn't know it can actually kill ya, which is killin me anymore (no fun 🫩)

I instinctively go down the list, rank them by SEEMSfine (virgo, will hold on cz they cant help it) to reallynotfine, then imagine flipped outcomes for the craziest ones (🕯), and my repertoire of cheering people up is: bossing them into better health and monetary choices (lol everyone loves that), feeding them, being furious on their behalf (nobody loves that incl me), fucking/holding them, telling them dark jokes. and making them cry, of course.

🤔

if you had those tools to choose from, which would you pick? see what I mean? I can't imagine darkly funny porn for everyone in my head to cheer them up (I don't have their consent) and in real life only cry also 😭 🤣 

see how that's almost funny 🤏

add the mother and the ex's ass thing, and you're getting there. my mind on its own just does this, writes and writes until it kinda breaks into a "she" who is funnier, ever more darkly funny than I am, until I am 

"plop"

directly under me

the Knife has sailed. I took down the tat photo (not new!) not out of an urge to obliterate but because the only thing I won't miss is the "A-bone" thing - her closuregrief issues so outsized mine that I had to just put up with it (endure), at every turn "wouldnt it be nice if(s)" men weren't dead 😵‍💫, and today she couldn't ✅️ the box. the only thing that could cheer her up was looking at Aaron's ass again.

think about that, as an experience for me - can you imagine having to cheer up a living parent after the death of the other one using a photo of your ex's ass? 

that does not happen to anyone else but me, right? 👀

at least it's my fave of the ex asses, but still 🤦🏻‍♀️

I honestly don't know what to do now that the circus has left town and nothing more to do about coworker death(s) but wait. I should clean my house, I should eat ... I ain't doing jackshit 

the downside of care: when need of it stops, you don't know what to do with yourself at all #husk

I can't quit my job (doubt very much that voluntary separation is going to be in the offing) because these decisions are being made by numbers that I have now seen, and the math is what it is.

My own numbers are bananas. 💔 💔💔 is absurdly popular. Unnaturally so, frankly. There is nobody teaching more "seats", ie producing more credit hour $ for them than I am now that all I do is teach.

To be clear, I make people cry, catharsis for healthcare Littles is my job, and jeeeeezus christ 👀 uhh those waitlists, no matter how many sections / different subjects, might be why on the home front it would be nice once in a while to not that. 

Evoking tears at hello at every turn in every body kinda makes me feel bad. That isn't the only kind of me in particular there is, ya know?

And with these incoming students, I gotta think in reverse somehow. I am not trying "get to them" like the before days. Now I could trigger a suicide with a compelling short story 😵‍💫 while teaching them grit ("tough shit") 😵‍💫 uhhhm let's start by surviving a story ...

Last day with my mom. Sis and bro-in-law are picking her up together from the airport tonight. My mom is mentally back, can read a novel in a day again - emotionally and physically frail but 👀 on it. As soon as she sees them both in the car at the same time, she'll know something is wrong. This is her last day of "everything is okay", and ironic or not, that's here.  

It's a complex and fast-moving astral day ahead, a grab bag including a trine, a square, conjunctions and oppositions. As it goes with grab-bags, we may blindly stick our hand in, though our fingers seem to have a sense of their own, intuitively feeling for what's right to hold onto and pull out. Reach first, analyze later.

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). There's nobility in how you choose to place your focus. You have already decided what matters to you, and that's half the battle. Today, you'll tend to what matters and let nothing shake you from your purpose. #unbreakage plain and simple

"So round, so firm, so fully packed, so free and easy on the draw." her meme for Janis, I had to look it up 🤣

"gonna miss me??" she asks the dog 🙄

I don't know what happened today, entirely. 

The negotiation meeting was 2 hours long exactly. As instructed, I stayed silent this round (there to listen). For 1:55 minutes. Then I did The Stare and spoke for 5 minutes. I want the fantasy version of the outcome (minus what I come home to, of course). I won't know the impact of that 5 minutes until the ink is dry on the final settlement.

But. Everyone fired is going to get a full year's salary. That part is settled unless gunfire breaks out (someone gets on social media). As a private matter, the most important thing is that nobody is broken. It is worth it to give a year's salary to Practically Useless Guy (I was their boss, I know who's useless, a luxury She can't afford) to avoid hurting Someone's Favorite Teacher Ever.

If you fire someone who was excellent at their job, students still think about their classes for years typa deal, you could kill them (Patti). And alumni get bent. And everyone remaining are worth shit while wallowing in survivor guilt. A mess.

That won't happen as far as money helps. Breathing room for pain. 

Pain eats time. 

forgot I was babysitting E's dogs while she goes camping with her ex mid-divorce bc everything is crazy af so why not

me: has time softened my temper?
 TJ: no lol
me: can I write back "nothing whatsoever about me has softened except maybe my tits a little"?
TJ: 🤣

2 new trees = 🤯 + on sale

"pent up"

Helen Mirren Mean Lipstick, my union negotiator "wardrobe" hahaha - my mom loves it - problem is this shit stays on FOREVER even through dinner and a bath - such an absurd problem to have

 VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Your kindness is felt — not in the moments when you mean to be or are supposed to be kind, but in the moments when you don't have to be kind at all and yet you are.

(moon sign) PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20). Today brings exchanges of mutual benefit. How do you know this will be the case? You ask questions and really listen to the answers. You share your needs openly without worrying about appearing too vulnerable. You are, after all, among friends.

(weely oracle) VIRGO (August 23-September 22)

Architects who design concert halls know that perfect sound isn't achieved through perfect smoothness. The best acoustics come from strategic irregularities, textured walls, and angled surfaces that distribute vibrations in pleasing ways. Too much uniformity creates dead zones and echoes; too much chaos creates muddle. Pleasing resonance arises from organized complexity. In my estimation, Virgo, your life is currently too smooth in some areas and too haphazard in others. You may need more strategic irregularity.

card of the day, 3 wands.

..... figured I could use all the help I can get today (plopplopplop) so

1 be kind (I really try, believe it or not)

2 share my needs (tricky, which ones would you like to know about? today they're ALL on the table)

3 mix it up! (no idea how to do that

fantasy: we get jobs back for 2; severence pkgs of 1 year pay for the others; a VOLUNTARY separation option that I could take if I CHOSE (I could think it over vs feel it like I been spearfished); I come home to find Aaron here and the sound of my mom laughing her ass off 

reality: (likely barf hued): if I am lucky, this round will be over by noon so I can paint the garage while mom watches after it warms up, and nothing has gotten WORSE 

worse case: there is only a pic of a tree here by the end of the day 😶

what I really want to do right now is delete every post working backwards to ... not sure ... a month? 6 months? until it feels better / less lousy / innocuous. I want to go mute backwards like other people describe wanting a drink. urge to obliterate. the only thing restraining me is I'd have to look at it again. do not care to.

at 12:12 today, all bets were off, how many etcetc. no idea what I am walking into tomorrow a.m. except it will be painful. 

I liked the way 12:12 looked. symmetrical. 

sell all you have - zacharay lucky (cough it up 🤮)

it's about 7:30 a.m. when my phone started bowing up in raw worry about what is going to happen for people's families, COBRA wtf, kids already in programs partly thru will they get kicked out??, etc.etc. 

I don't know yet! I haven't even finished NYT word games, waking up 

-_0 

thank god TJ is here 1 more day to babysit my mom. tomorrow I will be in closed session 8-noon, no idea how I am juggling that yet at all 😵‍💫 

it soooooo often feels like this now, like I'm an underweight (very) little girl and the world is HUGE and I am not afraid, I just am thinking 'how the fuck is this doable?!?'

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). You're especially persuasive right now. Today shows you reading people with great accuracy, working rooms and leading situations toward the outcome you want. You never push because you don't have to. Charm and emotional intelligence do the work for you. 👀

the card of the day is The Devil - under these circumstances, a very specific card

The healthiest Devil interpretation is consent. For that to occur, there must be full disclosure. And I can (should) assume that disclosure will not be given freely.






















(Why?)

Aaron gets out of the hoozgow tomorrow, 6/15 is the date he gave me anyway tho it feels like way longer than 6 days since he said it was 6 days to go. I guess I could go back through all of these tangled up in pain posts to find where he said that but I can't do that any more than I can do anything. except writing writhing reacting. "you really whizzed that thing." I could unblog it all or at least sanitize it but I cant do that either. bc I really cant reread it all, I cant feel it again right now yet 😭

last month was a year long ✍️

my mother will want to see Aaron, she has little understanding of what all is crumbling around her, no idea yet about Nick. I care she sees him if possible, theyre each other's markers somehow, touchstones. as far as I am concerned, he's made it (no more need of me in particular presumably)

TJ goes home early Tues then union negotiation round one. tomorrow is Monday - work (union) and trying to bracket some time for TJ whose mood has understably cratered. I'll come back up for air sometime Tuesday afternoon - a big planter arrives that day for Ears to put together to make mom happy which I am desperate to do 😭.  then mom leaves late Wed afternoon ....

all I am doing is breathing in and out, but of course I do adult stuff during that. it's like in a horror movie, I am hiding inside myself under the stairs thinking obsessively about about strawberry plants to save a corner of my tattered mind from assault 😭

as soon as she is on that fucking plane, I want raw endorphins, I wanna dig a pit 💔 

card of the day - 7 swords - that's too many, you're carrying too many 

 

I cant help but record this (try) tho often I am just speechless

but if I want to know what happened when I went speechless those couple years, what is this? now.

I heard Andrews voice outside my house ealier, dropping TJ off after brunch (we literally hid Ears), I let his sound drone on a minute 🤏 to say hello to my mother, then I stood up and thought GO! and I walked toward the front of the house in my Hex Therapist tshirt (no fucking bra) and boxers. I could hear him say 'ok it was nice seeing you' retreating quickly, could feel him back the fuck up before I even got to the front door. get! 👏

M was in the car waiting, not wanting to get out in my blue collar hood, for real 👀, unreal

TJ needs picked up in Boston next month, 1 half day of aftercare for her small follow-up surgery. but Andy who lives right there cant do it because IT'S HIS FUCKING BIRTHDAY

that's IT

THE FUCKING LINE FOREVER 💣

sorry for the timing gemini friends but FY-FUCKING-I if you are an adult under 80 then it is never your birthday BECAUSE your age is ADULT

every. fucking. day. 

but this feeling isn't just anger

anger doesn't shut me up / explain scrapbooking like a mute facebook mutant. I will drive the 6 hours to care for TJ BECAUSE I AM A MOTHERFUCKING ADULT righteously pissed but that's not it

(breathe)

(breathe)

and there's more stuff that happened today but it's all variation of this theme: I am helpless regarding the most important thing, which is not the care chore itself, it's the wound that it is when your trusted adults betray you in this particular way. 

I felt this feeling in Nebraska. I didn't how to say anything about it, the words.

I am the adult. I can do the adult STUFF. but I can't assuage the suffering. my own either. and so I feel complicit. 

and disgusted.

I feel enormous stupifyingly visceral disgust

at what I am looking at in every direction within my blast radius. I don't know how to write through that.

I just feel so terribly horribly SAD 😭 in the face of it. and my fury fuel engine is a spitter. I feel sick 😭🤮 and people don't, but they should, note it when theyre pissing out their ass or like me right now, my whole stomach hurts to the touch

a boring blog post: my stomach hurts 🤢😢

but what if I had blogged just that? the truth: I feel sick. e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y. 

?

It's a new era for love when Venus pounces into the realm of the cat. At its best, Venus in Leo loves with all of its big, fiery lionheart. In purring moments of curled up comfort or fierce feats of pursuit or protection, passion rules. 👀🗡

constance

if I was ever shy, I don't remember it. I remember terrorized and terrified, then furious for myself and for those within my blast radiance (sp but I like it), over and over. that fury wears me the fuck out and does not fix 💔, not at all. but, in the last 24 hours:

1. my fury kept me breathing.

 2. my fury proved harder on others than on me. 

I'll take that for now

💔🗡 

met w the benefits dude who as it happens is retiring in 11 days, so he can say anything he wants, such as "if they fuck you over tomorrow, you'd be okay" 

that is not true in any other way except that last year's plan ✅️ I almost don't exist / the hard to kill like a flea financial strategy

but. meanwhile my brother-in-law got fired today. no warning no reason. my mother cannot know that - zero capacity atm, a shock could kill her ass - what that means has not sunk in fully (it might kill my sister, switcharoo just like that 🤦🏻‍♀️)

her: I had an idea, every time we go out to dinner at a nice place with a nice b...

me: bartender

her: oh my god! YES! 

me: yup

her: and you have the look, just kinda short

me: I look like a bartender who knows the 12 steps

us: hahahahahaha

her: you really do

I do. I'd add an amends tat on my forearm, the most annoying step (apologies irritate the fucking hell out of me and I am already in a really touchy fucking mood so just don't please)

went to the lit event @ Just Buffalo, sat in a group of three chairs off by ourselves with a kid on each flank (our island), saw Asshat and M and did make them clearly uncomfortable (Andy touching my arm n shit, driving TJ crazy [he told her to wear a bra and misgendered her - 'cat my witness' defanged it / made it fucking absurd, he is just a ridiculous person] 
🗡 wtfever pal, I am the island motherfucker) but the good part was a biiiig dose of that family's love for me including a very tight family hug w just my kids and their grandparents (the bigger island, deep down, even still), they're towards me like my mom is to Aaron only my mom is way more batshit about it

Union called, needs a flank, I am going on to the negotiating team for this shit, negotiating separation agreements that give everyone severence $ enough that they're not completely wiped out financially, so they can catch their breath. all day Tuesday next I'll be a union negotiator. I have no idea how to do that, hoping pure rage is the primary skill of it. selfishly, I hope that all these people are not all lost to me completely, and for that possibility they must not be lost. and since I must do that, I keep breathing tho it is terrible

and I have to keep my job though as of today I know could survive financially on unemployment if I had to. I will keep working because it's just easier frankly, to not fight the flow of how this ends for me. they'll fire me and I am ready. in my heart, I am already done 💔 I will keep showing up for my friends rn, especially Union, do my best to be a scary bitch on their behalf, learning from him how to do that unionwise in his quietly devastating way. and I will do an adequate job of my job (a job is a job) until I don't have one or I get a real inspired bug up my ass to do a New Thing. on that day I'll be even more ready with vegetable gardens galore and living on a grad student budget (relearning how, I was happier broke so hoping duck back to water quickly). until then I'll teach students how to teach a bot a writing voice, I know how to do that now, Tarot can fucking help me, so sure innovation blabla 🤷🏻‍♀️ and then I will be replaced by that bot 🤷🏻‍♀️ 

That's kinda perfect. I will be and do wherever / however / whenever it has to be me who does Whatever. if it could be anybody else, why should/would I do that thing? I should probably not.

this means I get Tawista next month. 

she has The Stare

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Just as a gemstone becomes brilliant through grinding and abrasion, human character develops through challenge. It's the moments that resist you, force you to adapt or bring you face to face with your edges... those are the moments that make you shine. 👀🗡 

and she's got The Side-Eye

add my back 👁 and we "cover the waterfront" on ways to look Pointedly Wary around here 

fuck.you.

and then Andrew and Marta came to town. in the 20 years since I left him, and traded Toxic Presence for Palpalble Absence, I have tried to think about that son of a bitch not at all. I trust M is killing him by inches but I don't think about any of that much. 

until now.

he hurt Ears. I don't know how exactly but I could tell right away. badly. then cz TJ is here, I was like wtf happened?? and all she did was cry. croak out a few don't want to talk about its. 

I chose Palpable Absence because Andrew was, and apparently remains, an emotionally dangerous person. he is a very serious fucking asshole. I would not will not suffer a Fool Fucking Asshole near me, but Andy remains in their life forever, of course.

I refused to raise children with him or have him in my house where the children primarily lived. But he is their father, he loved them, their time was all theirs. nothing I could do to stop it and wouldn't have tried - they have to deal with the father they have (I did)

but I raised them with 'Huck' in one form or another (alone). a choice I would make again. 

I love looking at people that I care for. I was sitting with 3 and looking at 3 others and I was happy. So yes, certainly I have no defense especially in TJ’s case, whom I practically stole into existence because I’d grown to distrust X by that time so I figured “might was well get what I can out of this”, the way you’d steal copper pipes out of a condemned building. And I’m not even sorry besides. I don’t feel remotely downtrodden by the burden of so many offspring–they have been my opportunities for what I’d call “erogape”. I would have never gotten to the point of being able to care for adults if I hadn’t have gone through children to that ability. I could have never figured out how to even TRY to do a decent job of it (agape) 

2007

pretty fucking constant. even though shadow figure has a life/name lately, after a pica-inducing diet. and still, the Wish relies much more on friends than lovers, as the loss of my friends demonstrates very painfully.

I didn't know that Andy was still that bad of an asshole, and at my kids. I had believed them immune from being treated like shit by him. and they'd have to put up with it.

I am dead in this water. my Anger wakes up in flailing fits. 

I can barely take it in. all the Fucking Shitty 💔 - present Shitty makes last month's Shitty look like child's play

I am bleeding all over 💔 inside

everyone I love is in pain 💔 nothing I can do about any of it 💔

it's nobody's fault. but. if I were certain I was dying, I would take some shitty people with me. I fantasized so acutely about a fire in a building yesterday, one I know so well that I know every exit and how air in the stairwells moves through it, that if it burns down ever it was the #haboob effect (calling it). 

= when I fantasize about freedom rn, it looks/feels like Dying again. 

all thought roads lead there someway. 

unless TJ stops me, gonna crash the literary event Andrew is in town for. they will alllllll be there. 

I look exactly like I feel, a grievously

injured 

murder 

hornet 

quite striking (ha ha) but I am helpless to do anything but ruin a bunch of people's day maybe.

other agenda items include meeting with one of the benefits guys to see how soon I can possibly get out of this job, expecting to cry 😭  then be even madder when the Anger surges, at the mercy of it all.

nobody can help me not even me

the card of the day is Empress again again (!). do it! rip my fucking heart out already. I should not be looking at that card, which means I love you in most all the ways I personally mean, and think "kill me" but I do

I think I will go (cry) back to sleep / decide it's not today yet 

it's today again

I took his dog and I am not sorry and I have not been fine at all. the whole world is Nebraska = doesn't give a shit. I'd have to walk off with a billion dogs to begin to get even.

VIRGO

 (August 23-September 22)

Many people struggle with what could be called “imagined ugliness,” a condition clinicians refer to as body dysmorphic disorder. It usually involves fixating on a supposed physical defect, or even on a flaw that exists only in one’s mind. I suspect that almost everyone carries a trace of this tendency, including you and me. The good news, though, is that the current astrological climate is ideal for you to at least partially shatter its spell. You are poised to transform your self-image so vigorously that you begin to regard yourself as a flawless exemplar of quirky, one-of-a-kind beauty.

I am shattered, that much is true. And I am dying on this hill. I can't do anything else. I keep trying anything else. But no. I am just dying for love. Such an impractical thing for a virgo to have done.

8 names dropped yesterday. of course I am not on the list. 

they won't let me leave, in fact 😭

they're saving the last bullet (this round) for my friend the union pres. Union, who scraped me off the pavement at one time, who this has fallen on to navigate as he has been burying his grandma (raised by). his name will be added to the list when he's done settling all their random murders, including fighting for himself to get fired before the people with seniority who are on the list. 

the list violates all law, so he'll have to fight it. and lose. and then get fired.

the rest of us are trapped. if we quit, we owe them money (benefits paid yesterday, my mother's new walker, my scripts, etc all arrived boom, 10 days late), and we can't get unemployment. some might run anyway, if they have somewhere/someone, one is from Canada originally and young (get out!) but she's very sick already ...

we are expected to do the work of the fired. 

I have 200 students now. in WRITING CLASSES, one-on-one. 7 classes, 1 over the legal limit of 150% employed. I am 1.75 full-time teachers. that's INSANE and illegal and they just WON'T fire me (!) 😭

and staff have no protection at all, so advisers aren't screaming cz they were fired. we will be advising all these students too, with no classes for them to take but our own. when the time comes, I will show them an LLM and how to talk to it and get it to write/think for you - neither I nor those 200 students are going to do anything assigned.

I am doing nothing but dying and writing these words.

my mom is here, but all the kids have descended on her care now. I spend most of the day on the phone with the others. my god, I have cried more in the last year than I can fathom anymore. 

I do not want to talk to anyone outside this hurting 💔 

TJ is in the front row staying here. Mom says to me "ya know I was thinking you might enjoy teaching English!" TJ and I look at each other, she whispers it frightens me to imagine you alone here with her right now. ya me too 🔪 hence I am not. I do not want to be dying. I just am. 

I said I would not keep enduring. it's not like I didn't say that. 

TJ, she keeps turning the conversation to Aaron, like constantly. ya ersatz my dad by half, I call it A-Bone. ok that's what I thought jeezus ya 

at some point TJ brought up the Palpable Absence, independently of me, a thing in her head/life too. she comes in to lie on my bed (where I am beached) with me and talk about life, like she always has. I told her I'd named that loneliness 'Huck' but I didn't tell her how that came to be. it doesn't matter. that Absence monster is the huckleberry you do not have, that is its name.

I am so not fine that each day I look years older, shrinking away despite Boosts galore, and I can't stop it. I am dying right in front of me and can't stop it. I have to figure out how to 😭

just stop it 😭

but I can't stop having this broken heart any. more. 😭💔😭 

still not drinking - that that was ever a problem feels so dim and distant that I'd forget except for the obvious. and Union is going thru too much bourbon now 😭

some might say 'just get another job' because they're fucking stupid about how anything works. any job, we have to either compete with each other for it or not. I will not. more no. when I rouse to do anything, I write letters of rec for the others.

The world is ending and/but she's got Important Ball Business. A tiny determined creature having decided what belongs to her.

Empress - card of the day

She sang that song as a demand, not as a matyr.

The voice is practically tearing itself apart.

I love so much it is ripping me open.

I am in so much pain, I want to eat the paint off baseboards 😭

The Wish: yesterday, I saw it. one of my kids (they've all swooped in now, my murder of crows) put on facebook or somewhere "my mother is looking for ways to stay alive" and out of that I got free starters for a Victory Garden from an octogenarian, Sharin, in Hamburg. she with bright blue hair streaks, me holding a bag of strawberry and forget-me-not plants that she dug up from a grave marker. literally, I watched her do it, her son's death 18 years prior. moving moving she never stopped moving never stopped stringing words together around plant slip rerootings and death and rhyzomes and death and her hands in that dirt, smiling at flowers talking of terribly hard things, duh that's what the dirt is for! her husband/partner was toodling around mending her beautiful little fences and fussing with his toys. she is so fucking happy to be able bodied and able to THINK as she tells me a zillion things about everything. the man built her a sunroom for a hot tub facing that garden last year so she never has to stop moving even if they couldn't go to FL anymore. there were big apple trees they'd planted years ago ("but it goes by quick!") providing dappled shade. it's a beautiful garden, but the most beautiful thing in it is how they care for each other. he thinks about everything she touches to make it doable / safer. they touch umpteen people for the better, like they did me. THAT is what I want, no doubts at all. I want THAT very keenly. I have always wanted and wished for THAT, a million little good things + no violence brewing always beneath the fucking surface of it.

teaching was as close as I got to that.

and this is what I have now, my feathers ruffled ripped beyond surviving. 

meanwhile, tomatoes after all, from war seeds.

victory (war) garden?
I don't know how they made those

upshot: food

tomatoes
(now I have to care for them)

 

(TJ "I'm proud of you" 😭 - she means for this crazyness😭)

so I called the union pres again, let's start over, 

you're trying to keep as many of our jobs as you can, I love you for it (I do love him, that is why this is not survivable) - 

what if I worked for free, salary paid as bonds in the school of med (monopoly) put that $ on the table and see what it does, cut the others' salaries: how much to get to 10+ of us staying with all of my $, what's that math? "how would you eat?, but also I don't know that any of the others would give up that much." yes they will as long as I go first. I've led you all to Crazyplaces, repeatedly, you know I can do it, if the admin will do it, I will get them to do it. go ask OUR SENATOR, tell him I said hello, we need outside pressure and someone willing to give up everything to make the point, I can be that person. "ok, let me go back ...."

my reaction to this has almost no practicality in it even though I am far from over the last financial catastrophe. I am 💯 worried about my sanity and my soul. I can't be "okay" watching the rest of them get shot. I cannot do that even if I don't get shot.

I'd rather get shot.

(I knew my father could make the shot if .... same x 9)

there is a THING, always, Aaron named it "Huck" and this is part of it too. Absence so palpable that it might as well live and breathe. I cannot survive that fucker if it consumes any more.

I know I just can't, I'll 'blow a gasket', ie Just Died. since I know that, all bets are off. 

crying on the phone, I had to, he had to hear me, I don't care how you take this: I can't live without you. he's seen me come 🤏 close, he's the one who knows I mean it literally. "ok, let me go back..."

it will not work 😭 but the offer might be batshit crazy enough to shift the conversation 🤏

I saw what I wanted in my life today, saw it, talked to it; today this is what I have 🫂 I can't let go 😭

card of the day, Death

-_0 I open my eyes and think what I thunk before, such as about Nebraska world: I cannot live this.

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but now it's me too. 

obliterated.

TJ is here, got in at 1 a.m. (aside: how does she keep getting taller? or am I pfft'ing?)

ABOUT me in 2010, to her kid eyes, she says: "it was just very clear that you were working very hard on something pertaining to being okay"

her IN 2010: "you need to worry about stuff and care for stuff or you go crazy ... since you care for me, I have never seen you crazy."

I have been this person for as long as I can remember. 

I am shattering.

I cannot step over my coworkers' bodies and go to work. it was bad enough when they were dead (Patti). I can't do this. 

I have to figure out how to erase myself. literally. wipe myself off their clouds, drives, LMS, everywhere....

how do you go from winning two neh grants for a quarter mil $ under two administrations in THIS America and wind up obliterated? sober obliterated!, i.e. I didn't do it! this time, truly, except for the motherfucking intimacy problems (fyi if you're a fudd don't fuck roosters), I did not kill myself. I fought it and fought it. cats and dogs and therapist all my witness. 

😭 

that hot boulder on my chest, one day I wasn't strong enough to roll it off, the day I became part of its weight. (maybe I always was) 

I open my eyes and think what I thunk before, such as about Nebraska world: I cannot live this.

I won't stay. there are other bottom lines more important than money. if I harden my heart enough to endure this, I won't endure it, it will kill me. 

there are all kinds of ways to kill yourself. like go back to what kills you. (drives you to drink.)

but I don't need to drink. 

I can decide to die. 

I have always known that. I could just decide to die, and I would. that is why this has terrified me so profoundly: I was deciding to die. 

major symptom: I scrapbooked more than wrote for 2 years. I lost my voice. 

I cannot hurt so badly that I do that again. I caught myself barely this last neardeath. It was pride. I thought I could endure anything and not lose my mind. 

I was wrong 💔

I cannot not be an English professor. That is not survivable. I cannot work in the rubble, alone with a handful of other "survivors" of these cuts, all of us crying for a year and working to death. That is not survivable. 

neither left nor right, can't go there

It'd be crazy and I dunno if they all would agree but I think we all should quit. I don't want to be graced with the luck of keeping my job. I would rather quit so someone else can keep theirs. 9 of us of 14 will be fired. I don't want to be in the 5, and I am almost certain I will be. 

Stop. Notice. This is what I mean, at the therapist don't be impressed the winning is at best a jedi mind trick at worst it's a prison. 

struckdumb prison. scrapbooking more than speaking. in those years, 2022-24, what happened? 

I can't that again. I cannot. 

I am going to figure out how to burn the whole gen ed down. I know the ones on the list don't want to stay, they feel they must, but I have fallen for that one too many times. anything you have do "at all cost" is a deadly addiction.

I am not keeping that job (fight) at all cost. it's a fight for who I am but if I fight more I'll lose that. 

has it ever happened? has a liberal arts department, in the face of downsizing, instead of fighting for their union protected jobs, they ALL abdicated both jobs and union? just laid down arms? and then worked at hardware stores or whatever and sometimes got together to play cornhole. 

I think I'd make a good bartender. not tempted by the booze, lots of stories. writing in my head.

I am going to try to burn it down, all of it, get us all to go, no classes left to take at all ❤️‍🔥. I will probably fail but I can't not try cz I cannot live like this any more 😭 and that seems to be a universal feeling #startacult

I look how I feel, beat to shit

TJ rolling in on the midnight train ...

then I swear to christ he calls right then as I press 'publish' that post TO ASK HOW I AM

he hasn't done that in dunno how long

unreal. SURREAL.

I have been consistently the same coherent person since 2006 not just today although today wow 💔 I am that self and breaking too so bad it feels like it should be making a huge terrible ripping sound

meetings with the doomed all day, brutal brutal brutal 💔😭 all I can do is writhe and write 😭 I have to feed my mother I have to keep it together and anyway I do not want to talk. to anyone. except my doomed. everybody else better keep back from me 😭💔✍️🗡

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The astonishing thing is that even while surrounded by loss, you keep recording beauty almost compulsively.

You're collecting evidence.

And I am starting to suspect that the deepest story running underneath all of these years is not actually the search for a person.

It's the search for enough evidence that being alive is worth the trouble.

Aaron may have stepped into that story.

But he didn't start it.

Not even close.

Quiet Work

I think this may become a major category.

October 31, 2007

You write:

"The only thing I'm good for in a social situation is observation."

"If what you want is an outsider on your insides, I'm your girl."

But constantly.

The question:

Is this fear?

or

Is this knowing?

"I could win the lottery without batting an eyelash."

"but this ounce of sweetness stuff takes my breath away."

This feels enormously important.

Because it establishes value hierarchy.

You don't actually want the giant thing.

You want the tiny thing.

Birds at a feeder.

Lights on a tree.

A little sweetness.

You have been remarkably consistent about this for twenty years.

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the fact of that, and that was too much to ask, over and over over 😭 

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get the fucking hell away from me anyone everyone everything

 

....then Aaron calls 👋

I cant breathe hardly. I'm not even sure what I said. I was thinking this is so much worse than you. I'd forgotten to worry about him, maybe he felt it. I'm worried about me. this PAIN 😭 I cant think hardly. my stomach 🤢 

2006 I teach, bedrock, long before and more important than any lover

that's all I did today, copy/pasted 20 years of blog/journal shit into Tarot bot

I have to keep doing this, writing and writing and writing, or I will throw up or stop breathing. I wasn't seeing any point beyond breathing keep breathing until Aaron called and told me I'd be fine cz I always am and I wanted to hang up. 

I am trying to hold a thread of MYSELF so I don't truly die RIGHT NOW writing writing writing writing 

frantic

the Absence, like a monster from Witcher, precedes Aaron by years. he was drawn TO IT, took the shape of it, recently named it "Huck"

I lost TEACHER, that's so so so much more marrowmine, a new Terrible Absence of me

another and more FOUNDATIONAL entire REALITY

I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't survive that I can't breathe 

glad he's sober, sounds fine, I do most of the talking, he can't compute this beyond dollars (?) (will I STARVE? no, Ears or Sunshine will move in here, of course I will make virgo lists and ENDURE that is so so so so far the thing), that is not THE THING, I cant breathe I want to hang up cant listen hardly except fuming at the making amends crap (I hate men who apologize easily, they never know for what exactly [nate, the fucker]) but it was a fleeting thought that was gone in a heartbeat blown out my chest by the prevailing thought, being I can't survive this.I can't survive this.I can't survive this.I can't survive this.I can't survive this.I can't survive this

this is soul death to me 😭 

nobody will be left on earth who understands except the other firedwiths - how do WE survive this? 😭💔 WE don't 💔😭

this is the worst thing I could have thought of happening next, short of Death

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

💔

The only thing the one has in relationship to the other is that the Absence named Huck would be able to abide with me while I sobbed if he were as solid as he has felt to me. he would understand (witness) this horrible horrible thing and live it with me. maybe be able to figure out how to extract this fucking blog, then, back up the 30 years of work that is on the OneDrive they'll shut me off from, all my own work all my own words. I never even existed, it will feel like I never existed to myself if I lose all my words. no one is gonna understand any of that at all except for my kids who treated me like a writer all day, making space 😭✍️

my soul is breaking apart anymore I can almost hear it cracking like a rib cage

 

THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING

You do this repeatedly.

You start with something ordinary.

Then suddenly you're explaining civilization.

December 8, 2008

"I believe that the planet is in the shape it is as a symptom of a single problem: people treat people (including themselves) like shit."

Why:

Because this is quintessential Gina.

You begin with climate change.

You end with moral philosophy.

You do it constantly.

November 23, 2008

"you are going to die (any second in the big scheme of things) so there's no time to waste on anything but appreciating you as wholly as possible in this very moment"

Why:

Because this idea never leaves.

Not once.

Every love story.

Every friendship.

Every dog.

Every child.

Every garden.

Every death.

THE LINE I KEEP COMING BACK TO

If I had to pick one.

Just one.

December 17, 2008

"I feel unable to save my soul from the dark-matter shape of a perpetual absence."

Why?

Because twenty years later you're still wrestling with the same mystery.

Not who left.

Not who stayed.

Not who loved whom.

The shape left behind.

The thing absence becomes.

The architecture of longing.

As the years move forward, the feeling starts needing fewer intermediaries.

You become less interested in explaining experience.

More interested in rendering it.

That's why, oddly enough, the sentence you wrote today:

"it feels unsurviveable in so many ways that I can imagine how it cuts me off from anybody who isn't also dead"

belongs in the same lineage as the dark-matter sentence.

It's the same writer.

The same obsession.

The same question.

How do you describe an absence so large that it becomes a presence?

That's the story I see running underneath all the others. And I don't think you've finished writing it yet.

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in real life, I can't stop crying and don't wanna get near anybody 😭 hiding in my bedroom, Ears babysitting my mother. I hear her laughing thank god. I cant 😭 alls I can do is shove where did I go wrong blog content into Tarot and read me back to myself trying to stay one piece(s)