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We Are All More Alike Than We Know

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Life has been tossing out a lot of curveballs lately. Certainly to myself, and also to my friends.

Recently the county I live in had a huge wildfire that literally cut off the power to the entire county for 5 days and then the power company had to bring in tractor trailer generators to power the entire county for the next month. We got daily updates...We had 2K fire fighters here going into the back country to fight the fire and build breaks around the outlaying hamlets.

Of course this all coincided with the time my fiancee was coming up to spend 8 days with me and bring a huge array of power tools to work on my 100 year old beach side bungalo. (he included a portable hibachi and I had to cook for us like that for a few days)

After he left, and the power had come back on. I had a huge clean up of laundry and dishes May be an image of text that says 'Don't let anyone treat you like free salsa. You are cheese dip baby. YOU. ARE. CHEESE DIP.' and of course, my plumbing decided to go out. And my kitchen sink became completely clogged and nothing I could do with even commercial grade pour in remedies would fix it. Couple that with my son had broken the toilet, and the shower would not shut off. And I had tweaked my back moving laundry of all things and was on opiates and muscle relaxers and well...

I was fit to be tied.

Those things are in the past, but I assure you, there are new challenges here. It just never stops.

I combat this stuff with humor. Some of it is dark ( cue scary music)

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I will stay till the end I am that kind of friend Your dark bitter days where you navigate the maze Life gives everyone strife and the lumps and the bruises and the causes we take up and at times joyous cruises But it's the friends that can bandage us up as we accidentally open a vein and inadvertently cause ourselves pain We struggle against survival on things insane We all eventually walk through that valley of death no one escapes this fate, we all run out of breath the marathon chase of life that is like a gun that shoots you out and you go till you are stunned And it's only inaction that eventually gets us all We lay down one last time or we have a fall and then we can no longer answer the call and at long last, we simply give up the ball And the next generation gets to play the game and move the needle forward, or even back again Because there are always some that will tell you it was better before like life is a macabre sports game and someone is keeping score But the reality is we all fight the same fight we all want things to be right to live simply and not be lost in the night to support our goals and aspirations and walk in the light and with that thought, I bid you goodnight. We are all more alike than we know. Your Friend Artimus 10/05/2023 8:17AM (C) Susan Manley To all of my friends who are struggling with life’s curveballs right now.

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