Santa Clarita: Conditional Ethics 0 by Pinkwhirlwind aka Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. Bandai does Notes: This is set after the Halloween story, but not by much. If this is the first time you’ve read part of this story... It’s set after the wars - All the boys were found guilty of crimes against humanity and sentenced to probation, conditional on high school and reintegration into human society. Quatre and Trowa went back to L4. Wufei went home to rebuilt the Chang. America took Duo and Heero claimed to be American too... Duo was sent to Wyoming and some time after the sentence, Heero has joined him and a rather unusual group home run.
I'm going to go get my walking in. This will be the 5th day I met my goal of 1300 points.. about two hours of walking or 45 min of running. I can't run yet.. I mean.. I can.. but it kills my knees to death.
I'm going to write like a fiend today! New story.. not sure what story I'm working on, but I'm going to make great progress!
I'm also going to clean my room. The allergies have been intense for a while and I'm going to get rid of all the clutter and dust accumulation... I'm going to throw a way a lot of stuff I don't use anymore. This place will be smooth!
I think some of the holding onto this stuff is about wanting to hold onto when my kids were little... feeling like I didn't get quite the outcome I wanted.
Life isn't like one of my stories. I can't just keep rewriting things until the ending feels right.
There are a lot of things that can be fixed and changed and moved forward.. but they&…
Still today.. I want to share this story with you. It’s not completely perfect. There’s more to the story. The story didn’t go exactly as I wanted it to. Someone once compared my work to wabi sabi. That really resonated with me... not the transience, because I’m not really into that.. but imperfection. Longing for perfection can lead to silence and fear.
Today is going to be amazing. My Medifast is supposed to be on the truck for delivery. It should be here soon. I found a really old pic of me.. I’d already lost twenty pounds by the time that photo was taken. I had literally nearly eaten myself to death. The last time I’d been at a healthy weight before that I was in Montana... my kids were still kids, not teenagers - though that part of our lives were getting started - and that’s a whole book, not even just another blog post. I was 150, doing Body for Life, my hair buz cut... I hadn’t really come to an understanding of who I was yet.
When I was really little, my life had, like all lives, some really ugly things and some really lovely things. The ugly in my early life is probably on the outter edge of reality for most folk in the US or Europe. My granddaddy was a very bad man. His wife was an icon for sins by looking the other way and my mom was paranoid schizophrenic with homicidal tendencies. My probable biological father must have b…
Judas shaved another thin layer from the plank he worked, slowly shaping the wood to his will. Shaping wood had been his father’s trade, his father’s father’s trade. His hands were smaller, but he could see his father’s hands sometimes as he did the same tasks, motions he’d watched as a child. The curve emerged slowly, patiently, as he worked through the morning, pulling the back of the new chair from nothingness into being. Just a chair, just wood, but it pressed itself into the world like a baby being born. He ran a rough thumb over the smoothed curve and smiled. He could hear his father’s voice in his head and imagine the praise was for him. “Oyi, Judas,” Martha said as she carried his lunch into his workshop. “There’s a man asking about some woman from your town. I saw him in the market, but I didn’t have time to talk to him. I’m sure someone will tell him you’re here. You don’t know anything about a woman who ran away from a marriage, do you?”