Well, this is certainly a mixed day so far.
Tina the Crack Dealer got sentenced - We got the Title 18 § 3553 "safety valve" which made her eligible for a sentence less than the mandatory 10 years, got bottom of the guideline range there, which is more than I really hoped, and the sentence is 57 months. With time served, time off for intensive drug treatment, good time, get a GED and a stay at a halfway house, she'll be out in 3 years, which is rather miraculous. The judge recommended that she serve her time at Alderson (WV) (where Martha Stewart served her time) which is a fairly low security setting. The Bureau of Prisons looks to the expense necessary to keep people - the more secure, the more expensive - and Tina should be a low security risk. At Alderson, they live dormitory-style, so I guess you could say it's rather like a very low-class summer camp. I'm really pleased, but also concerned what the various safety nets in society will be able to do to support her in a normal life.
Then, a (genetic) brother dumped some unspeakable shit on our mother, and this afternoon has been filled with dealing with that in an appropriate way (which meant a lot of getting help from outside because I'm too damn close to the situation and too hurt and too angry to trust myself to think totally clearly and be as effective as she needs right now) and generally being sad -- This is a brother that I idolized much of my life - e.g., he is a legitimate war hero, very strong - it's just a great sadness.
The shootings in Nebraska - it is absurdly easy to obtain and modify a military-style weapon - the use of weapons is a spreading sickness - that's what our focus should be on, not petty family shit. Sigh - I can be a bit of a dumbass.
Sarai, darling, most mornings I call my best friend and tell him "All the things of my life are present, and it is a good day to die." To me, that is a very positive statement - it doesn't mean that I want Ol' Thanatos to visit me that particular day, it means that I feel strong and defiant and if I go out today, I'll go out on my feet and not on my knees, with my tomahawk red with the blood of my enemies. (I like martial metaphors, did you notice?)
Pippa passes. Mizpah.
R
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If being as clever as you is being a dumbass...then give me a dumbasss any day.
Oh Roger! Congrats on scoring that monumental sentencing break for Tina! She'll get to stay where Martha did to boot! That has to feel splendid.
Oh thank you so much for explaining this to me Roger. It confused and pained me ... I see the feisty play in the statement now. Have you ever practiced tai chi or zen arts Roger? It wouldn't surprise me to hear that you have.
Okay. I'm finally going to ask you ... as apparently I'm not going to get to the Babal translator or ask my buddy Alan anytime soon: Please say what Mizpah means. And also Pippa passes. I know its something lovely by the lilt of the word 'mizpah'. Is this 'peace'?
Go and celebrate your victory Roger. Some dalliance to pick up a special fountain pen or such ... where are you on your 120 books resolution? Closing in yes? ... Amor & Paz, Sarai
Pippa Passes is from a poem play by Robert Browning Sarai. Here's a link:http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/B/BrowningRobert/play/pippapasses/index.html
Many thanks for the link Ms. Rosary. By the cursory glance I took, it looks to be quite a nightcap. Perhaps a Christmas Eve's read with Vivaldi's Four Seasons is my thought. Pippa Passes.
"And in turn we make you ours, we say---
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say."
always makes me think of my darling Daisy
:)
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