Today I was gonna write about the difference between a caucus and a primary. Why Iowa has one, New Hampshire has another and why these two states carry so much weight. But then my grandmother died. And I was gonna talk about that. But then my dear old friend who was told she could never have children called me and...yep, she's pregnant. Naturally pregnant at that.
So what I think I'm gonna talk about is that moment when we get shocked out of our stability. We roll along, happily, merrily, or hopefully so. Perhaps bored or stuck or feeling uninspired. But we roll along and then every once and again life kicks us in the ass and makes us FEEL something more, something different. It shakes us up.
I marvelled on the bus ride home, how different it felt in mid-day. There were different passengers, wearing different clothing. There were a lot more children at 11:30 as oppsed to 5:30. And the world looks different, not in a tangible, explainable way, except perhaps a bit too bright, but then again thats Los Angeles. As another good friend of mine says, "it's worse to be sad in Los Angeles than anywhere else. All the damn sun lights up the wretched parts and there's never a good thunderstorm to hide behind."
So there you have it. I'll roll along, call Delta for a bereavement package and just *feel* the wretchedness for a bit. And K. will have the baby she's always wanted to have. And Super Tuesday will decide the democratic nominations in February. And that is life. cyclic and all, but I'm not going there.
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