Neanderpundit

The post below about the turning point of the divorce was prompted by a conversation with a dear friend who is going through a moment like this herseld- though she’s been hammered by the asshole she was with.

I have buckets of those memories, and I have built walls to protect myself from them- I feel things powerfully and if I was assaulted by all my emotions at once it would make me insane. Er.

So I have those memories, most of them, locked away, safely, ready to access but never in the foreground. And once in a while someone reminds me of one of them. I take it out of it’s box, sit it on the desk, sniff it, feel it, remember. Sometimes I smile. Actually, in retrospect, I smile most of the time. Smetimes it wrecks me. And then I put them back in the box and put them back away.

When I can stand it, I share them here. And maybe I’ll put them in a book, someday.

who helped me out with some disks sent in a time of need, which I finaly got installed, and which helped a HUGE amount.

Thanks, Paul, you’re one of the very best of us. And you made my daughter happy (no longer has to use the big computer to move songs onto her ipod). And you can’t imagine how much I owe you for that.

From Steve.

Money quote:

The Israeli children are alive. A whole bunch of ours are dead. We ban guns on campuses. The Israelis do not. Our bans cause massacres. That’s all there is to it.