All of Us
from Chiron by Rory
Sitting on a plane today next to a very lovely young woman. Looked across the aisle and saw an elderly woman...and they were the same. Sort of. In the elderly woman I could see the bones and carriage of a young lady who had been a knockout.
That's all of us. Born so small, I used to delight in holding my daughter in one hand. So tiny and fragile. Not human, really, except in potential. Precious, but when you make the list of things that define human, (reason and speech and manipulating symbols and objects) newborns don't really fit the criteria. They are a unique animal.
Then, in a few years another discrete stage- exploring the world, stumbling. Occasionally frightened but more often filled with an awe-inspiring curiosity. Toddlers are funny, darling and cute as the dickens.
Then they become children. Real explorers. Full of dreams and possibility. Right here they can be grown into heroes or shamed into robotic, fearful sheep. If you let them run with the age, they will do and be miracles.
Next the angsty teen, pre-teen and post-teen stuff. Trying to figure out who they are and where they fit. With strong kids, this is fascinating. With weak kids or those with a sense of special entitlement I imagine it would be terrible to parent. Gratefully, I've been spared that.
Then the young adult. Full flower. The beauty of the young woman sitting next to me (my wife has much better legs, though. And shoulders. And skin...) The potential and strength in a young man. Little wisdom yet, but often intelligence. Not always, people can be damaged at any stage, but if they aren't too damaged, each stage has a special magic, a special beauty and a power.
The full adult, moving through the world with confidence. Caring for others, making things better. Righting wrongs and holding responsibilities. A force to be reckoned with.
The quiet years where the torch passes to others and you exist in knowledge (I'm not here yet, so this is speculation.) You watch the seeds of what you have done flourish in your community and family.
Then the slipping into darkness that frankly terrifies me. As eyes go and body and possibly mind...maybe it all seems for nothing. Maybe not. Maybe you forget things that should never be forgotten. What would Lawrence of Arabia have been like in a nursing home, suffering from dementia and incontinence?
Then death, pale skin and flesh of cold and clammy meat.
Then the meat rots.
And it is for all of us. The elderly lady has been the same as the lovely young lady, and still is in a way. We are or have been the same as the children we see discovering tadpoles for the first time.
It's kind of beautiful.
Chiron
Yeah, I know...
A husband in his back yard is trying to fly a kite. He throws the kite up in the air, the wind catches it for a few seconds, then it comes crashing back down to earth. He tries this a few more times with no success.
All the while, his wife is watching from the kitchen window,
muttering to herself how men need to be told how to do everything.
She opens the window and yells to her husband, “You need a piece of tail.”
The man turns with a confused look on his face and says, “Make up your mind. Last night, you told me to go fly a kite…”
All the while, his wife is watching from the kitchen window,
muttering to herself how men need to be told how to do everything.
She opens the window and yells to her husband, “You need a piece of tail.”
The man turns with a confused look on his face and says, “Make up your mind. Last night, you told me to go fly a kite…”
I Quit Them Bastards and YOU Should Too ! ! ! !
Don't like Chase? You're not alone. If you haven't already dropped the bank but are willing to let them go, you might be on your way to a free steak dinner.
The owner of the Twilight Exit in Seattle has had it with Chase and he hopes to encourage you to leave also. He can't offer free drinks because it's against the law, but apparently free dinners are OK:
...the owner of Central District bar the Twilight Exit, is trying to kill two birds with one stone: drum up some publicity for his business and stick it to the lender that he says has him "by the short hairs." "I want to hurt them," he says of the bank.
He explains that his Kafka-esque experience with the bank finally put him over the edge:
First, he says, Chase secretly lowered his line of credit -- the lifeline of any small business owner. [The bar owner] had just moved the bar, so he was maxed out on his cards. As a result, Chase was able to tell him that his credit rating wasn't good enough to qualify.
"So I said fine; got that fixed. But then they come back and tell me my credit is too good."
[The bar owner] would clear a hurdle, he says, only to find another, even stranger one in his path. Like the forms.
Chase, he says, would send him these pre-filled-out forms. All he had to do was sign.
So sign he did. And just to be safe, sent the forms back by fax, e-mail, snail mail -- any form of communication he could think of.
"And then they say they're not legible. I'm thinking, 'All I did was sign. How can a signature not be legible?'"
"If someone wants a steak dinner," he told Seattle Weekly. "I will feed them."
Twilight Exit
The owner of the Twilight Exit in Seattle has had it with Chase and he hopes to encourage you to leave also. He can't offer free drinks because it's against the law, but apparently free dinners are OK:
...the owner of Central District bar the Twilight Exit, is trying to kill two birds with one stone: drum up some publicity for his business and stick it to the lender that he says has him "by the short hairs." "I want to hurt them," he says of the bank.
He explains that his Kafka-esque experience with the bank finally put him over the edge:
First, he says, Chase secretly lowered his line of credit -- the lifeline of any small business owner. [The bar owner] had just moved the bar, so he was maxed out on his cards. As a result, Chase was able to tell him that his credit rating wasn't good enough to qualify.
"So I said fine; got that fixed. But then they come back and tell me my credit is too good."
[The bar owner] would clear a hurdle, he says, only to find another, even stranger one in his path. Like the forms.
Chase, he says, would send him these pre-filled-out forms. All he had to do was sign.
So sign he did. And just to be safe, sent the forms back by fax, e-mail, snail mail -- any form of communication he could think of.
"And then they say they're not legible. I'm thinking, 'All I did was sign. How can a signature not be legible?'"
"If someone wants a steak dinner," he told Seattle Weekly. "I will feed them."
Twilight Exit
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