I'm still not feeling great. This flu has really knocked me out, but I am doing better...kind of poking my head up out of my hole and looking around. That being said, I have absolutely no new anecdotes or interesting thoughts. This is what the last four days have looked like to me:
That's it....along with looking at news and nonsense online, and then every so often a library book. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Oh, and sleep....and dream. I've had strange dreams with friends coming to comfort me...I'm not even sure what they were comforting me about, but thank you nonetheless Paul Budin and Peter Case. Everyday stress I guess, and of course it's not my favorite time of year. I love winter but February looms, and it has too many anniversaries of deaths, without some snowstorms I find it hard to get through.
My heart remains broken that the Burnham Mansion will be torn down. The lack of respect for history that could continue to exist, albeit for some creativity astounds me. When the purchase offer was turned down I tried to bury the knot in my stomach. Denial often works for me, but not all the time. I remain frustrated by the 'well you voted to keep Central central, that means you want the Burnham Mansion destroyed' twist. I did vote for keeping Central central. If I had voted against it, it would have been seen as a vote for putting it out beyond the edge of town and that I did not want. At the Council meeting that was brushed off as, 'if you vote for a candidate you research their positions.' But NO, just because I support a candidate overall does not mean I must agree with every one of their positions. And a name that states nothing other than their birth name is not the same as a carefully phrased 152 word statement. I supported the concept, but that doesn't mean I signed off on this shortsighted, embarrassing mistake that is one aspect of it. And then Leo tells me that in his class on Friday at Central they couldn't do the work they were supposed to because all the computers were broken and all the Chromebooks already reserved. But Fucking A, they'll have surface parking.
Damn. I better make Ernie light another fire, and go find a library book.