Someone May Need to be a Weatherman After All
A weather report while I wait: Birdsong outside this morning! I had forgotten that was gone. Saw my first ducks and geese fly in about 10 days ago; had forgotten that they were gone but the set-down approach to landing is distinctive. I saw some pairs first, and then one "v" form in the sky. Eventually the sky will be laced with them, like pencil marks in the margins of a book.
And red-winged blackbirds in the field! I forgot that they were gone too. My mother says they're just flying through, and will summer further north. All these realities you notice and soak in from the land around you.
A social security judge flew in from Pasadena for hearings though. It was about 12 (F) degrees at mid-day. My attorney-girlfriend said the judge appeared simply stunned by the weather, and it has been a black, heavy sort of winter, the melting snow laced with dirt. Snow flakes themselves are a kind of tonic; heavy, melting drifts, not so much.
My friend shared her story of snow-shoeing to work in December after one of the blizzards. She's guessing the judge will never forget it, or maybe will forget it at once because it just doesn't seem real.
A lot of people are going to lose their homes. Our loan broker "knowledge workers" sold products that otherwise solvent people are never going to be able to pay; much less the grandiose dreamers who bought the adjustable products.
Where's the rage? We're raging against neighbors who might get better deals than we do if they slide into foreclosure? It makes more sense to rage against the bureaucrats who are giving those deals, yes, but where is the rage against the "small government" / "tax cuts will cure cancer" crew? I think I have never seen anything as amazing as the furtive bands of republicans surging through the weeds, muttering "Bush betrayed us and Obama is not a citizen ..."
Oh, man; I just heard a crane call, a much bigger sound than the other birds! Spring then, too early and less secure than we all thought. There are things here worth saving; where is the rage? Where are the brains?
And red-winged blackbirds in the field! I forgot that they were gone too. My mother says they're just flying through, and will summer further north. All these realities you notice and soak in from the land around you.
A social security judge flew in from Pasadena for hearings though. It was about 12 (F) degrees at mid-day. My attorney-girlfriend said the judge appeared simply stunned by the weather, and it has been a black, heavy sort of winter, the melting snow laced with dirt. Snow flakes themselves are a kind of tonic; heavy, melting drifts, not so much.
My friend shared her story of snow-shoeing to work in December after one of the blizzards. She's guessing the judge will never forget it, or maybe will forget it at once because it just doesn't seem real.
A lot of people are going to lose their homes. Our loan broker "knowledge workers" sold products that otherwise solvent people are never going to be able to pay; much less the grandiose dreamers who bought the adjustable products.
Where's the rage? We're raging against neighbors who might get better deals than we do if they slide into foreclosure? It makes more sense to rage against the bureaucrats who are giving those deals, yes, but where is the rage against the "small government" / "tax cuts will cure cancer" crew? I think I have never seen anything as amazing as the furtive bands of republicans surging through the weeds, muttering "Bush betrayed us and Obama is not a citizen ..."
Oh, man; I just heard a crane call, a much bigger sound than the other birds! Spring then, too early and less secure than we all thought. There are things here worth saving; where is the rage? Where are the brains?
posted by Nellmezzo | 8:15 AM
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