Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.

It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".

Nolite te bastardes carburundorum!

"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Pack Out

Tomorrow, we are done - leaving the site, wending our way home, we'll drive as far as we can before stopping for the night. By Monday night, I'll be home.. I have no idea what my home will look like - T was going to spend this week moving his things out...but he's so angry...so hurt...I just don't know if he'll remember that he said he would never hurt me.

I can understand his need to make me hurt in equal measure. What he doesn't understand is...I already do.

So today, I will be packing. I've already done a little - laundry tidied away, some of Bird's toys and games contained in a bag for the trip home, food sorted through and eaten or given away or made ready for the pot-luck tonight.

An aside - at these long events, we have a "please don't make me take this food home" potluck. Everyone brings their leftovers, the stuff the could bring home but don't want to, and we all have a feast. I try to burn all my remaining charcoal and wood chunks, because I don't want to bring them home. There's always more than enough to feed a small army...even if it's a hungry pagan one.

As much as I've enjoyed this place, this time...there are things need taking care of at home. I've spent most of this week worrying about those things at odd moments, trying to be here, to enjoy the music, the people, but...niggling in the corners, in the shadows, are these...concerns...and I'll be glad to get home and face them.

Meanwhile, I am packing out today, and heading home to you, my dear friends in the Blue Nowhere...and I can't wait...

2 comments:

Piratedred said...

I would never do anything to hurt you, your mother, or your mother's house. Just so you know I just deleted a lot of stuff from this comment that I really wanted to say. Then I realized that if you need to use this blog to make me look like an ass in front of all your friends, so be it. Boy do we have a lot to talk about when you get home. I think the house should be the least of your worries.

I do and always will love you but right now I feel like I never really knew you.

Tony

Cygnus MacLlyr said...

I like the potluck idea-- a good close to a great community binding. No waste, and food is always appreciated!!
Be safe on the road, Lady...