At Least They're Committed

Oh, do let’s not go into the man vs. woman thing on this. I don’t consider myself a gender so I’m not going to change it to “men’s and women’s souls,” so there. That was Thomas Paine, by the way. I became familiar with the quote through the Kingston Trio when I was, like, en utero.

It seems like nothing and everything will change and nobody is prepared for either. It’s 2012 and I don’t know about you all, but

my soul is being tried daily, make that by the minute. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any stranger, my in-laws got married less than a week ago after 35 years of being divorced — I guess Hell froze over; my father-in-law is not well and D cries sometimes because of it, I don’t blame him; while taking one of my sanity walks on the ranch prior to the wedding I was confronted by three gun-toting hunters in a Tracker demanding to know who I was and what I was doing on the land . . . on my own land. When I explained, they said, “Well, ya scared us!” and I’m thinking, “I freakin’ scared YOU?”

Dez is here (you’re gorgeous, btw! And my girlfriends and I were discussing at

what age we can expect to be able to teach you how to flip the bird); I woke up this morning in a home overrun by six men. In fairness, it’s typically only four men: D, DS, Edison’s Black Dahlia and Uncle Albert. (The next morning I would wake up to a house with only three because UA is in jail and D’s family is trying to figure out bail.) Still, like, a LOT of testosterone! At happy hour on Wednesday, one of the attendees said he felt it was important to be there because he had not yet been featured on Facebook with Tripping Raul. I think that’s weird.

Like I said, it keeps getting curiouser and curiouser.

I imagine having my own place, my independence, my life back and ‘me’ time. Choosing who I want to see and when I want to see them. I have a hard time envisioning it, but I’m working hard to keep the faith.

Only six people allegedly attended Thomas Paine’s funeral. He had been ostracized because of his belief in deism, which I don’t actually believe in because God is still around, but I totally understand and I can appreciate his views. No matter.  He got his revolution, he played his role, he hung out in prison and isolation until he was about 72. Not such a bad thing to only have six people at your funeral, I would think. He had a good deal of Tom time amid all that Paine.