This Autumn, If It Were a Celtic Punk Song


Although without the clappy happy ending.

Or maybe



Still, my woes are my own danged fault. (Philosophy joke: What does the repentant solipsist say? It's all my fault!)

So, to happy endings ...


5 comments:

  1. It has been a difficult autumn here too, mostly without the pleasures I associate with the season. Though it's better than the one two years since, when the wife's leg was broken.

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  2. I am sorry to hear it, though glad it's better than two years ago. I would be happier if I were the only one here having it rough.

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  3. I don't mean to complain. It's just been a lot of foolishness and nonsense. Nobody's sick, nobody's hurt, and that's the main thing.

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  4. I didn't take it that way.

    On my part, I was already laboring under a heavy load of self-inflicted foolishness this semester, and then a dear aunt passed away suddenly.

    She would have fit in well here. She was a godly woman, and an excellent horsewoman. She and my uncle taught me to ride as a boy, and he taught me to shoot, though she could have as well. She also taught me about suffering with grace and a smile.

    After a few drinks last night I wanted to shake my fist at the universe, but in truth I was very blessed to know her for so long.

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  5. Quite so. That you realize it so quickly shows class, and doubtless their influence.

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