Where's the editor?

This is an amended version of yesterday's dire post. I went too far without explaining where I was going--or where I was coming from. The Chesire Cat often gives baleful instructions.

"Don't ever let yourself think that things can't get worse. If they can, they will. As sure as the sun will set tonight and rise tomorrow, things will get worse. The Golden Goddesses have compassion, but we've stripped them of all their powers. I thank them for their love, and apologize to them that most of us have let the memory of them fade, depriving them of their ability to intervene in the lives of mortals.

"As of the end of the first week in July, I will be officially homeless. I never thought it would really come to this. It's in a way fascinating to watch the turn of Fortune's Wheel. In the past few months, the wheel has continued to slowly spin lower and lower. My life now is like that long instance of clarity you perceive when you realize an accident is inevitable and you are powerless to stop it. The stars I am sailing under are cold and indifferent. They are like winter breath, a long white sigh across the black and empty sky."

Purple? Well, yes. Sometimes purple is a perfectly respectable color however, and often used for affect. Though sometimes, it is merely affected. I clumsily nuanced, or rather did not nuance a few sentences in the original post. A failing for which I was rightly taken to task. I do like the images and the way it flows (true or not, it doesn't matter) therefore I'm keeping most of it intact. So, after all those wine-dark words, a clear glass of cold water is in order, to wit:

"Robert Frost in 'The Death of the Hired Man' said, Home is the place where, when you have to go there, / They have to take you in." Dear Frost obviously never had to go looking for a home with a cat under his arm.

I hope that clarifies things. [Some damned poster out there trying to keep me honest. But, you know what? I love him for it.]

I would add an additional post this evening--but I received a great gift for an early Father's Day present and I think I'll go gleefully off to play instead. I'm going to try and download We Are Family, by Sister Sledge.