Movin' On

...not to be confused with Move On, an organization which I have no use for whatsoever.

Thanks to everyone who showed some love during my recent loss.

The sting of Shiner's departure is becoming slightly more diffuse each day. As someone intimately - and consciously - familiar with Grief, I allow myself the freedom to experience it however it unfolds. If I've learned anything in the last forty-five years, it is this: In the pantheon of unhealthy human behaviors, the failure to acknowledge grief is surely one of the most toxic. There's no way through it but through it.

With the more immediate manifestations fading, the main one I'm contending with now is lethargy. I'm way behind on everything from email to yard work to home maintenance and whole lotta mundane bullshit in between. Fall can't get here fast enough - it's my favorite time of year - but at least I won't have to wait much longer. Time to start getting caught up. Sort of.

Even though I haven't been posting, I'm not sitting around crying in my Fruit Loops. Granted, sitting around in my boxer shorts drinking wine and watching television isn't much of an improvement, but at least I haven't been watching much bad TV (that's another post).

I barely noticed September 11th, which is as it should be. After several months of not smoking herb - the longest stretch since my days in the Air Force - my pretty pink lungs were filled with sweet, herbaceous smoke. It was a music day. Trane. Chris Whitley. Robert Earl. Helmet. And many more as they used to say on those cheesey commercials pitching god-awful compilations. Patriot Day, my ass.

As the cloud begins lifting, I look forward to resuming some semi-regular posting. Right after I mow my nappy yard.