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[A Story & A Song] House of Seasons

Song and a story-house of seasons

Dedicated to all of you who keep pushing forward.

There’s a house I like to visit. It sits at the end of the road. There’s nothing fancy about the place, itself.  It’s a standard ranch home, one floor, a garage, two doors – front and back – but it’s still my favorite place to be. I like to call it the “House of Seasons” because it constantly changes. Everyone else on the block, their lawn is evergreen. The bushes never bloom, but they never wilt, either. The trees never lose their leaves, no matter how cold it gets or how hard the wind blows. The porch lights are never on when kids are trick or treating, and the Christmas decorations are there one day and gone the next.

The House of Seasons though…sometimes the yard is the brightest green you’ve ever seen. Sometimes it has dead spots. Sometimes the bushes are abloom with bright red and yellow flowers, sometimes they’re nothing but twigs. I’ve seen the trees go from tall and strong, branches reaching for the sky, to almost rotted completely through in the space of a single hour. Sometimes the entire house looks like it’s been attacked by spiders, cobwebs wrapped around it so tight, there’s no way of telling if the bushes decided to bloom that day or not. Sometimes the entire yard is dead, and there are holes in the sides of the house. The wind makes an eerie sound when it blows through the neighborhood on those days.

But there is something interesting about that house. No matter how many dead spots in the lawn, or holes in the walls; no matter how dangerously those dying trees creak and sway in the wind, the front door? Is always open. On Halloween, the porch light is on. Christmas lights go up the day after Thanksgiving, and don’t go down until after the New Year has come and gone. Every year, the owner throws out all the stops. Sometimes the cobwebs hide the decorations, sometimes only half of the lights work, but anyone passing by can still see that a lot of care has gone into the work.

I think that’s why no one else in the block likes to talk about the house. Because they can tell that work does go into the house. You see, everyone else is so concerned with keeping up appearances, and go to such great lengths to hide any imperfections, they don’t stop to think about the people who are able to peek over fences.

I’ve seen the backyards of my neighbors. Festering cesspools fill half of them. The other half are either overgrown with weeds, empty, or so full of dead spots, no amount of fresh grass seed will ever fix it.

I’ve seen the backyard of the House of Seasons. I have seen a garden that would put Paradise to shame.

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#PhotoStoryPrompt – Hands At the 10 and 2 Position, Please.

“I’m just saying, it wasn’t a good idea,” Josh tried again. “Those pants and that shirt? No. Just, no.” He glanced over as a car passed them. The woman driving had one hand on the wheel, and the other… “Seriously?” Josh muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Amy took her eyes off the road long enough to give him a questioning look.

“That woman.” He waved a hand at the car pulling off onto the exit ramp, disgust clear on his face.

“What about her?”

“Let’s just put it this way: she was not paying attention to the road.” He glared when Amy just laughed. “It’s disgusting! What if that’s a rental car? She’s getting her…stuff…all over the gear shift!”

“Like you haven’t done something like that behind the wheel of a car,” Amy said, still snickering.

“I haven’t!”

“Mmhmm. Lies will get you nowhere, little man, and I know all about you and Ryan.”

#DarkLightChallenge – Dads

“But-”

“I said no, Jim.”

Mike’s hand came to rest on Ben’s shoulder. Ben looked back at him. A long moment later, his shoulders slumped. “Fine. But this is your last chance, Jim. I’m serious.” He glared back at his husband. “And you stop taking his side. Seriously, what the hell?”

[Politics]Someone save us all…

Well, he won. As a Bernie supporter, I am not happy. As a woman, I am worried. As a friend to the Black/Muslim/LGBTQ spectrum/Hispanic community, I am terrified. As an American, I am humiliated. And as a human being, I am disgusted to the point of nausea. But now is the time to move on.

So.

I am making myself a rule/pact. I will give myself until Sunday at 11:59 pm to mourn the less of human decency and be a general all around jackass about this election. As soon as the clock hits midnight on Monday, I am done.

Bitching doesn’t do any good. The race has been won. The only thing left to do is move forward, and quite frankly life goes by too fast to NOT keep moving. That doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. It just means I’m not going to waste anymore time (after Sunday) on something beyond our control now.

I still think he is trash and a waste of human space, and when it comes to civil rights, I will fight him tooth and nail. HOWEVER, *IF* he makes moves to actually IMPROVE the US, then I will support those movements, because as an American, it is my duty to my country.I want you all to keep this in mind though: when I show support for the POSITIVE movements he makes, it is AMERICA I am supporting. Not him.And to my Hispanic/Black/Muslim/LGBTQ (and everyone else along the spectrum) friends/readers: I will never stop fighting for you, and I am not alone on this. I know it looks bad right now, but stay strong. There is still good in the country, and we have your back.