The Mercy of the Fallen in General
- Feb. 2, 2018, 5:01 a.m.
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The Mercy of the Fallen
Eight years ago I left work early and took a trip up route 1 to Rockland to see a concert. Dar Williams.
It was an interesting trip, and she is pretty incredible. It was a long drive home. This was just before my relationship with Audrey, which I know everyone who reads me is tired of hearing about. But I miss her.
It seems so noisy between my ears. Between the weather and the flight instructor’s schedule I haven’t been in the air in over a month.
Weather goes to shit again tomorrow. This is the time of year where I have to keep telling myself “This is how you pay for next summer.”
The goddamn clock is ticking. I have until August 2020 to burn out my GI bill. And I can’t do that until I get my private ticket back. And I can’t do that until the fucking weather starts cooperating.
What else.
Oh, making chili tomorrow. It is going to be a decidedly Italian chili because I am using the Christmas Lasagna leftover marinara in place of the tomato products I would usually add.
I tried to find spicy turkey Italian sausage with no luck. So I am using one pound of ground turkey and one pound of Hot Italian sausage.
Insult to injury I am also adding a can of Garbanzo beans that have been in my pantry too long.
It will either be great. Or it will suck. I betting on the great side.
I had to scoot out to Lowe’s tonight to get replacement filters for the humidifier. Sheesh they don’t give those things away.
If I get up early, I’ll finish my taxes. The Maine side is a bit more complicated because I don’t pay state tax on my Navy Retirement. Thank you Governor LePage.
I did the math on my income. I am now making 200 bucks a month more this year than I did last year. That almost pays for my little foray down to PT’s. Thank you President Trump.
Oh my fair North Star,
I have held to you dearly,
I had asked you to steer me,
Till one cloud-scattered night,
I got lost and in my travels I met Leo the lion,
Met a king and met a giant, with their errant knight,
There’s the wind and the rain, and the mercy of the fallen,
Who say they have no claim to know what’s right.
There’s the weak and the strong and the beds that have no answer,
And that’s where I may rest my head tonight.
I saw all the bright people,
In imposing flocks they landed,
And they got what they demanded,
And they scratched at the ground.
Then they flew, and the field grew as sweetly for the flightless,
Who had longing yet despite this,
They could hear every sound.
There’s the wind and the rain,
And the mercy of the fallen,
Who say they have no claim to know what’s right.
There’s the weak and the strong and the beds that have no answer,
And that’s where I may rest my head tonight.
If your sister or your brother were stumbling on their last mile,
In a self-inflicted exile,
You’d hope they’d meet a humble friend.
And I hope someday that the best of Falstaff’s planners
Give me seven half-built manors,
Where half-dreams may dream without end.
There’s the wind and the rain, and the mercy of the fallen,
Who say they have no claim to know what’s right.
There’s the weak and the strong and the many stars that guide us,
We have some of them inside us.
Last updated February 02, 2018
Deleted user ⋅ February 02, 2018
So some things are better . :-)
Echo ⋅ February 02, 2018
Listening to Dar right now :)