Tdap Boost

Had it over the weekend; the once every ten years booster for Tetanus, Diphtheria, Pertussis, “Tdap”, they call it.

A little unexpected, aches and pains, knocked a little off kilter. Whatever, I believe in the science and medical conventional wisdom of vaccines and boosters.

Get the flu shot every year, maybe since college. Early on, in. All for it. Help me stay healthy? A resounding yes.

Give me the jab, the poke the shot. Not throwing away the shot. Taking it every time. Good practice, listen to the experts, and take the sound advice.

Achy, feeling a little run down? Body getting stronger. Push through.

And I’ll teach my kids the same. Give me the shot.

Find God Everywhere

In the toughest days, sometimes sneaky tough, unexpected, I seek God. Not sure what that means sometimes.

Habit.

In the dark, uncertainty, seeking God. Devine guidance, affirmation. Seeking relief, answers, understanding.

In quiet concession, agreement, unexpected generosity. Need a little more, give a little more, fill the gap.

Ask and you shall receive. Seek and you shall find. Simple promises scribbled down two thousand years ago.

Still true today. Still true today.

Medvedev: A Few Thoughts

The stars aligned, got to watch the final few games of the US Open. Homage to my dad in a way, as he was a lifelong tennis player and coach.

Medvedev’s Triumph; inspired. I didn’t know the struggles; all the more respect, first Grand Slam Win. Really fun to watch the win.

The funky celebration, “Dead Fish, FIFA”…look it up on YouTube.

My affinity to the Russian people, I felt it bubble up watching the final games.

Also a tribute to my dad.

Lyrics Post: “Let Her Cry”

The words don’t all match, but the sentiment does. It’s happened twice for real, a couple practice besides. It sucks. But it’s part of life too.

Let her cry.

“Let Her Cry”

She sits alone
By a lamp post
Trying to find a thought that’s escaped her mind
She says Dar’s the one
I love the most
But Stipe’s not far behind

She never lets me in
Only tell me where’s she’s been
When she’s had too much to drink
I say that I don’t care
I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away and just…

Let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing, if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be, let her be.

This morning I woke up alone
Found a note standin’ by the phone
Saying maybe, maybe I’ll be back some day
I wanted to look for you
You walked in
I didn’t know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself saying…

Let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing, if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be, let her be.

[Solo]

Let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing, if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be, oh, oh.

Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago

She went in the back to get high
I sat down on my couch and cried
Yelling oh mama please help me
Won’t you hold my hand and…

Let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing, if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be, oh, oh.

Let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing, if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be, oh, let her be.”

Writers: Bryan Mark William, Felber Everett Dean, Rucker Darius C, Sonefeld James George

Democracy, Low and Slow

Duties as assigned. Santa Clara County Registrar of Voters (ROV). Volunteering to get the vote in. The last mile. Election Night. 100 vote centers, 100 cars inbound with sealed ballot bags.

People meander in and out of the ROV building, dropping off ballots. Cars slowly creep through the parking lots. There’s a nice breeze.

I hang back, watching it all come together. More mulling about; sun sinking lower.

And when things get going here?

I’m a Floater. Story of my life. Like a rover in the secondary of a football defense. Ready to help keep things together, and help bring it all on, safe and secure.

Here’s how change happens; get involved a little; give your time; lend a hand. That’s how change happens.

Sounds like I’ll be wrangling some. Maybe end up on the road as a last minute courier.

As long as I’m home by Midnight, I’m good.

We’ll see how it goes.

If the work’s on-site, it might go like this:

Monitor the high schoolers collecting the binders and bags, keep the binders organized, maybe. Did we get Number 23 yet?

What are we getting?

*Sealed blue ballot bags

*Vote Center Binders

*The Key(s) In The Pouch In The Binder.

What does it all equal? Low and slow, that’s how it goes. Democracy.

Tick Through

Tick tock, click goes the clock,

Easy day underway, no alarm, awaken as you may,

Wide open on all sides, step by step, so much to do, can do, should do, tick through, tick through.

Did, come what may, lots did, lots to say,

About so many things, points, ideas, dreams,

And struggle and pain and angst and uncertainty too,

Somehow easier on the particular day, even though all stacked, stacked upon, this and that, see it too,

What a day, now look back, see see, tick through, tick through.