Now I’m back in my own yard (where someone else mows the grass) sitting under a canopy of green leaves. I could sit in the house and turn on the air, but I’d much rather enjoy this breeze out of the northeast and the big puffy clouds. To be honest I’m not fit for man nor beast at the moment. I’m still keyed up and a little pissed with everyone right now. Hell, I don’t remember why, I just know I am.
So the best place for me to be is outside isolating myself from everyone till the anger fades. A sweet friend of mine mentioned this morning, that sometimes it’s best just to keep quiet. Knowing her like I do, that’s probably pretty hard. I grew up around half a family that didn’t hold anything back, while the other half would just walk away. The dichotomy of this is not lost on me now. It just depends on which side of the bed I awake up on, as to which one you’re going to get.
So I refuse to say I went with the better angels in this instance. Because both sides are a blessed legacy for me. So I dine with the angels this afternoon no matter where I end up. Knowing that family has been taken care of and that life just keeps moseying along.