Knaresborough, Yorkshire 🇬🇧

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@acommonloon
Knaresborough, Yorkshire 🇬🇧
Park Slope, 2026
Shut up you ugly fuck!
most of my family will drink this poisonous hate until ruin. desperately addicted to false pride, with no life accomplishments, no dreams met, just proud to have achieved white American status.
🤔🤔 City Lights Bookseller.
A funny and powerful word I think. Pussy Riot, a woman band that has stood up against the evil overlord of our age. D has never liked the word but of course she grew up in a Patriarchal house that diminished women as a matter of course. I’m not sure why women don’t rule the world. They have the thing men want most.
Dead end
Primary results confirm Indiana majority still choose to live in a rotting old man’s diaper and blame the stench on the other.
Loss recover repeat
This little meadow was covered in grass not long ago. Before that, it was typical southern Indiana woods, like that surrounding it now. In 25 years I’ve witnessed the loss of most of the big trees in this spot to two major storms. I suppose the tall oak, recently fallen, died during that time but I didn’t notice it die, probably was dying for some time.
I’ve spent the afternoon clearing fallen branches buried in a thick layer of leaves, cutting new woody growth, and pulling up hundreds of Virginia creeper ground vines that spread far out from the base of the fallen oak. The thought was to keep mowing this area, our own little park. I’ve mowed it for two decades but now, it’s undergone a change. The grass is all gone.
Whatever this is, has trapped a full Fall of leaves and I wonder if it can be recovered. Oh with enough effort this little spot can be a dappled greensward again. Is it worth it, I wonder? We put so much effort into fleeting things never meant to last.
On Thursday I was supposed to go visit my 95 year old aunt J. The last of my dad’s surviving siblings, she’s always been my favorite. She reminded me of her mom, my grandma. The last time I saw my grandma was in the nursing home. D and I stopped in late on a December night after our wedding. She didn’t know us but was happy to see us. A teenage punch.
About an hour before I was to visit aunt J at the assisted living facility, a few miles from Grandma’s nursing home, I was on a call when, I looked out the window. My neighbor’s house was on fire! He’s in his eighties and recovering from chemo. I raced over, around to the back, hoping to see him burning a pile of…something. His house was burning down! I slid open the back door, it’s never locked, and shouted for him. No answer. I already had 911 on the phone and said, I would have to go in. The operator said she didn’t recommend that. Really? The only visible flames were in the corner of the dining room, floor to ceiling but the visibility was good. There was smoke and the sound of the crackling fire was so loud but, I was mostly confident I’d be fine. I was. He wasn’t in any of the bedrooms, I went back out and told the 911 operator I had to hang up to call him. His phone rang then went to voicemail. I started to second guess myself. If he were on floor on the opposite side of the bed…fuck did I even check the bathrooms? Just then, he called. I said, “Your house is on fire.” Okay, he responded. I started to ask, “Where are you?” When I saw him coming up from the shed. He was moving good. Later I would notice he was thin from the cancer but not frail.
Tbh I wasn’t necessarily looking forward to seeing aunt J. She had just come from the hospital and my cousin had warned me she was shockingly diminished. Echos of my last visit with grandma. The last time I saw aunt J was likely more than two years ago when her son died. When you’re 95, your sons are old men. She took the loss in stride. I always loved aunt J best because she reminded me so much of her mom, my grandma. Hmmm, I said that already.
So earlier, there was the predictable foolishness of my neighbor rushing back into his burning house. I’d told the 911 operator he was fine…then he ran back into the house!!! He said he was getting the fire extinguisher. He obviously did not understand the situation. I convinced him to come out but he grabbed the water hose aiming a pitiful stream of water at the wall outside the dining room. I put my hand on his shoulder and waited for him to accept his loss.
I eventually returned to the house and called aunt J. She was completely lucid but sounded weak. She said there was a knock earlier and she thought it was me. <sigh> yeah no. I told her the story of my neighbor’s fire and said I was covered in smoke and would come see her tomorrow. We talked a bit, exchanged “I love you” and I went on with my day.
The next morning, my cousin called. Aunt J died in the night.
My neighbor just now. He’s more than that, he’s D’s uncle. He married D’s mom’s sister so he’s family. His wife, D’s aunt, died a few years ago. I wish my last memory of her was our conversation shared out in the yard as both of us were trying to control our weeds. In the course of our conversation, she said we were living the “End Times.” A few days later, she awoke and didn’t know who she was. This persisted until she died. The last time I saw her, she didn’t know me. Anyway, he’s over there now pulling weeds.
So. I came to good terms with the inevitability of change(death) long ago, it doesn’t cause me angst when we old people die. It’s inevitable, the weeds will take over, the woods become a meadow then maybe a yard, maybe the woods again. Civilizations falter and become something else. I don’t want to give the end away.
The singer, Carsie Blanton, a great lyricist and downright speaker of essential truths wrote a song called “Smoke Alarm.”
https://carsieblanton.bandcamp.com/track/smoke-alarm
It’s fine.
Grim(m)
Albany, New York -- 4/23/26
There is no God. Carry on.
It’s been a stressful thing for me but I’ve delivered all my books to a local place that sells them to support its continued existence. Honestly, I don’t care much about this place of historical significance but I want to think someone will read these books. I am who I am because I read them.
Does God bless the dead kids of Palestine? There is no God.
The Thinker (after Auguste Rodin)...
"Beware of any Christian movement that confuses the worship of power with worshiping God. Destruction and oppression will be the only things it produces in the world." - Reverend Benjamin Cremer
Imagine God is a man. Who doesn’t? A man demanding you to acknowledge him master. Burn in hell forever if you don’t.
Love me, prostrate yourself to my superiority or I will consign you to hell everlasting.
Wolfie - shrug off this yoke
Christianity is a name on a cereal box. There have been thousands of gods before. Your desperate need to think there’s something more is a human need.
No child dies because of God’s plan. There is no god. Be free.
Baby ginkgo leaves
iris tenax . . .
Mad about fish. These guys…gals seemed suspended in time. I didn’t need hurry to take a pic. Why would I even?
I was in the Bass Pro store because of fish. Actually, I was in there because I’ve convinced my three granddaughters (age 6-9) I am all about fish. I’m not.
I insist they eat fish (yuuuk!) I wear fish print shirts, send them pics of fish, chocolate fish in sardine can shaped boxes, and Swedish Fish obviously. When I house sat for them, I filled their house with fish stickers. Even got them a membership to the Seattle Aquarium. Out of hand delightfully.