I love the time and in between the calm inside me. In the Space where I can breathe, there is a distance I have wandered. -Sara McLachlan “Elsewhere”
After a hiatus of a few weird, horrible weeks I’m ready to begin again cataloging my life for you to read. As usual its generally best to begin at the beginning.
I had a meeting with my Dad sometime late October that went not quite bad (only because I expected it) but certainly not good either. My business has for the most part stagnated. There are various reasons as to why this is and all of them are valid to some degree, but ultimately its just not busy right now. The decision was made to close my office and return to working from home for the foreseeable future. Again, I knew it was coming, had for a while, but frankly, I was really hoping to not have to do it. No big deal life moves on.
Slowly I became aware of a late season hurricane off my coast. As far as hurricanes go this one was a little one and way way off the coast of Florida to matter much to me. The kids got the day off and that was that. Sometime during the coverage I started hearing that the thing was going to go up the Eastern Seaboard and merge with another front to become similar in effect to the Perfect Storm of 1991. Meh, who cares? My business is dying and that thing is gonna go out to sea anyway…
Cut to Sunday before the storm and I’m trying to understand why the hell my New York relatives are still there and not in Florida. I can’t reach them by phone and all the news reports can say is Zone 1 needs to leave NOW. With nothing further to do I went back to the business of Sunday and Monday in Florida.
Originally I’m from a small peninsular in New York called Rockaway, specifically Belle Harbor. You’ve seen my hometown, you just didn’t know what it is. When you fly into JFK going to New York, that 4 block neighborhood with the old houses, some projects, boardwalk, and impossibly small streets you see just before you land, …….that is Rockaway. Or you know, it could also be Atlantic Beach or Long Beach… but for today lets assume you flew over Rockaway. Or for those of you that live NYC proper, its that weird town that aint quite the Island and aint quite the City neither…. you know, the place with the beach and alternate parking during the Summer..
So like everyone else I’m watching the Weather Channel and kinda getting a sinking feeling that nothing that comes forth from this storm is going to be good.
Slowly, almost dreamlike, I read scattered reports of fires in the Rockaways. No real information, just rumors so far. Then it started.
I watched on TV, Facebook, Twitter as that fucking storm took out my childhood home. This wasn’t Andrew which I lived through in Florida, this wasn’t Gloria which I went through in NY. This was total devastation on a grand scale in my little home town. Granted, I no longer live there, and for the most part my friends have moved away too, but still, it has hit me like well, I don’t know, and I still don’t.
I no longer cared about work or blogging. It all seemed so far away.
Then after the Sandy stuff subsided the next big thing to come about was the election of 2012. I’m a Libertarian and I’m also an Atheist. I voted my conscious as you should always do no matter what anyone else tells you. It should come to no surprise that my guy was Gary Johnson. I’m 35, this is my first election that I voted in as was my wife’s who just January became an American. This was a huge deal for me. However, not an easy one. I felt nothing but anger at the current President, Barack Obama, and nothing but contempt for the Republican’s candidate who was so lame I honestly can’t remember his name right now, though I’m sure it will come to me soon.
So, the vote, We live in a fairly transparent world now and I posted on Facebook my choice for President. For saying my choice I was called in fairly rapid succession: traitor, coward, idiot, fag lover, druggie, commie (loved that one), asshole, and many many others. Some of my Christian leaning “friends” were frankly the worst of the bunch. Hateful spiteful, mean spirited bunch. Frankly they need to go back and re-read some of their instruction manual because I’m pretty sure they’ve missed the point. Ladies and Gentlemen, here’s the thing, we live in the only country in the world where every two years we overthrow our government, peaceably. There is no other nation that is currently doing this or has done it. Get over your bad selves and try to remember we’re all Americans and we need to act like it. Nuff said on that silly shit.
So today, my wife (the BocaFrau) and I cleaned out and moved my office back home. I’m emotionally shredded and done. But in the words of Scarlett O’Hara “Tomorrow is another day”
***EDIT 15:30 26nov12***
I looked it up on Google, the other candidates name is Mitt Romney… I’m sure my buddy Jay will put that in the form of a trivia question to see if I remember in a few weeks.