There is a neighborhood in Houston called Nottingham Forest. I’m sure the people who came up with that presumed they were clever. I’d be willing to go so far as saying they thought they were building something wonderful that would harken back to old wealth and interests. Instead they made a place for rich people that reinforces the idea that rich people don’t really have any good ideas outside of how to stay rich and get richer. All of it feels like someone else’s fantasy that they get off by living in. Why else give your kid a sports car he didn’t earn? Why else live in Nottingham Forest… in the United States. Yes, there is a real place of the same name in the so-called old country and yes, there is a Robin Hood school there, and that is dumb too.
My, I’m a testy one this Father’s day. I’m like a less funny Jon Oliver with cleaner language and worse teeth.
If there is one thing I can reflect on with positivity it is that I’ve gone through this day with nearly all of the people I truly love and have left in this world. I connected with all but one of them. The last I reached out to, casting messages into void with no response. He’ll come around. We’ll talk. It will be as it always is. Beyond the one the rest of us were all connected in some fashion and I am glad that my circle, however small, remains unbroken. Overall, I am glad. I am fortunate. There are ups and downs. There is light and darkness. Through it all I continue to love and be loved. Through it all I cast out words onto the emptiness of the digital paper and try to form worlds out of what lands there and lands here for it is the one true purpose beyond love I’ve ever believed. In of itself the words are a form of love as this blog is a form of love. On days like this it is easy to remember that because of the love sent back towards me powering me up and allowing me to see beyond my cynicism towards what is and what could be.
I am grateful. Grateful that I am not alone.