I had been planning on dragging her up to the church while I installed the web site (fucking AT&T won't allow remote FTP for their i495 plan ... you HAVE TO be on the computer with the damn ad-frame program running), but she was wanting to go home and watch "safe" videos, so I blew that off for later this week. I'll post a link up here when I finally get that up and running ... it really is a very nice little site, if I do say so myself.
I was, however, able to get her to go to her dojo class (I was a bit worried at first), which was good, since she got the third stripe on her belt today. Her little friend there must be about a month ahead of her (although Daughter #1 is much better at everything in the class at this point) and got her next belt today. I hope #1 stays focused on this ... she's very good at it, and it's a nice combination of physical fitness and mental discipline ... and the whole "working for the next belt" thing is great to keep her attention.
Anyway, wrote this today ... no, I'm not in a very good place emotionally these days.
DASHED ON JAGGED DAYS
disjointed
diseased
disoriented
dismayed
caught in a flow
dragging down
stuck in a mode
of decay
nothing achieved
means anything
everything failed
always counts
the negative mass
forever outweighs
the meager feather
of the light
oh, so broken,
oh, so bent
by accumulated pain
no rest comes
no ease
no chance to heal
no way to gain
in this world of loss
darkness folds
all points to one
creasing time
into convoluted states
unable to be mapped
or traced in motion
we are lost in this
removed from every joy
no hope here
no love
we stand exiled
from every comfort
not even certain
where center is
to know where pain
resides within
- Brendan Tripp
04/04/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp