Saturday, November 4, 2017

La Luna Llena y El Dia de los Muertos y Francis Emiliano Zapata

Hello World,

Another turning of the moon. It is still dark outside and my day began a couple of hours ago. The Full Moon has been lovely here in chilly Portland Oregon and a lot has happened in the last month!

A little music to set the mood.....

The divorce drags on. The emotional and financial cost to the family is crushing. It seems to hang over us like a bomb, frozen in the space above us and ticking. I cannot say more. 

My college studies have been challenging and finding the time to be the best student has been impossible with everything that is going on. 

And a word about Carter. I love Carter. She is hurting. This divorce has ruined this part of her life. She is compelled to live in two places and feels as though no one, outside of her home listens to her, and that she is being tossed around  by the legal system. It has affected her schooling dramatically. She continues to excel in her drawing abilities, amazing art really but all so very, very sad. The raw emotion that she puts onto paper screams at you. She does not write much anymore but when she does it unleashes rivers of tears. I would trade my every breath and my soul a thousand times over to see her happy again. These words of truth are not easy to put down and I am reluctant to write them but there can be no healing when things are swept under the rug of falsehoods. One day at a time.

So, what good news? Not enough to merit a missive full of prose and creative writing today I am sad to say. But.......

Son Francis turned 21 years old 2 days ago on the Mexican Day Of The Dead. I have planned on that event since he was baptized in the little fishing village of Santa Cruz, Nayarit in the spring of 1997. 

I went to the bank and got a crisp new 10 peso note and hid it away all these years. It has Emiliano Zapata, Francis's namesake, on it. 

For his birthday I framed it and gave it to him at a little gathering at the Skyline Tavern after he got finished with the day's classes. For the first time he could walk into a tavern. Since he does not drink alcohol he had lemonade. I saved all of the one dollars bills I received as tips over the last year tending bar, wrapped all 500 of them in his baby blanket and gave it to him as the patrons and staff of the roadhouse all sang Happy Birthday. I am sure that he will never forget the moment and neither will I. He is an inspiration and a strength to me, his brother and sister, his classmates, teachers and friends. I could not be a prouder father. The money goes to his education and I am sure that he will spend it wisely. On the way home afterwards he told me that he loves me. I cried tears of joy for the first time in far too long. 

Some other good things have happened also in the last month. Francis, Thomas and I were awarded Pell grants for college next year. Thank you President Barack Obama for your faith in the students of America. My college scholarships paid for the gear for my Audio Engineering Course, and, while a real challenge to master, has been of great benefit in the completion of our little home studio. All of the children will use it in their studies and interests. Against all odds my health continues to improve - leaving construction work was the best thing I have done for my health in decades. Our home passed the insurance companies physical inspection with no problems. The mighty Batmobile (1989 Geo Metro) has been a true 40 mpg champ - while small it is enough to retire the Honda mini van and save 90bux a month in auto insurance. Mr. Brooks the wonder dog is happy guarding the home and is maturing nicely. 

So, that's it for now. I will write again next full moon. Thanks for your time.


Actions Speak Louder Than Words. Remember that.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Harvest Moon

The Harvest Moon Posting

Full Moon Fans,

Well, today is the Harvest Moon. And my first post on a full moon. Yea, I know I said yesterday was the last for a while. But that was a bit premature. You see - there are a few things that I want to say. I blogged the night that Tom Petty died. I liked Tom Petty's music. I liked Tom Petty even though I did not know him. Anyway, the weight of all the stones I'm carrying got the better of me and I rambled off some emotionally disgusted verbiage directed at the world in general, but also at me. 

A message of the pain and the trials that the world is going through - with us Americans working so hard all the time that we wind up letting  terrible things go on in our society because we are just too tired or too numb to have the energy to do anything about it. But THINK about it people. We all know that things cant last too long when 1% of Americans own 25% of the countries wealth. Something is going to snap in the system - the load is getting to be too much. In order to generate this wealth more labour hours must be put into the system. And dont confuse working for money as the same as working for yourself on a home project, having a vacation, anything. 25% of your work, time, play and money is going to the 1%. Buy fishing licence - 25%,
make $200 in overtime - 25%, Wait in traffic and burn a gallon of gas - 25%. It is no secret. It is all around us and we pay and pay and dont even realize it. Imagine this..... you own 75% of your car. Billionaire Slim owns the other 25%. One out of 4 things you do with this machine you do for his enrichment. Every tank of gas you buy, set of tires, I-tunes download....

The formula works for everything. The point is that sometimes I write in prose like I did the other night. Like most people I make mistakes. None of mine are malicious but they are opinionated and often confusing. I reserve the right to change or remove any thing that I wrote at any time if I feel that it do is supported by my moral code. Also I will remove any comment that I feel is morally offensive or written to throw salt on my or anyone else's wounds. 
Does that make me sound like a hypocrite?  Well, if you were paying for this blog by sending me cash or pushing advertisements on my blog that sent money to me, then I'd say I was a hypocrite. But I'm not, this is a blog where readers are invited guests to the world of my life through my words. Agree with them or not, that is your right, but dont offend your host. That, is simply, bad manners.

So, that's it for the first Full Moon Blog. I'm sure Tom Petty would have rolled up a fattie, laid down on a rooftop and sang to the heavens tonight if we was around. Guess I'll just play his music for him.

 Rest In Sound Tom.

Tom Petty's last stage song. Sept. 25, 2017  Hollywood Bowl
'American Girl'     ironic

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Full Moon Hiatus

Hello Oracle Readers,

I am out of time. Literally. With the kids school, counseling/medical/various appointments, family errands, legal divorce obligations, my school, getting the home ready for winter, my two part time jobs and day to day family responsibilities I now find myself in a pickle. 

Lately the events of the world and my life have cast a shadow over my blog writings, and, looking over them I see that they too closely reflect the negative aspects of everything. This is not me.

So, I have decided to devote that little slice blog time every day to other activities of a more academic nature. I have a steep learning curve this term in college. Starting today, with a few exceptions I expect, I will start monthly only blog installments - every full moon. 

I have really enjoyed showing you all a little of our day-to-day life and hope to never again be put back into such a defensive writing position like the one I found myself in over the summer.

Really, my Best
See you next month

Remember - Actions Speak Louder Than Words