speaking of basketball.

Here's what happened yesterday.

( large-ish image of text, so not shrinking to preserve readability. )

( What that is, is a proclamation from the governor of Ohio. )

Now.

I don't, as I said, actually follow or care that much about basketball. And I'm certainly no fan of John Kasich[1]. And I'm pretty sure proclaiming that the enemy of my enemy on the basketball court is my friend isn't the best use of the governor's time - though I'm also sure this was written by a staffer (one who doesn't believe in the Oxford comma, but what are you going to do) and the amount of the governor's time wasted on it was probably about fifteen seconds. Of greater concern is whether Folks In General will take it as it's meant and go "right on" or whether they'll go "JFC, Cleveland, move on already"; but maybe when you know you're a laughingstock the only thing to do is go ahead and embrace it? I don't know; the city of Cleveland doesn't have a whole lot of sense of humor, some days.

Nevertheless, this pleased me in a particular way. :-) Got me right where I used to live, heh. (Of course - what are the privileges of being an honorary Ohioan? If I were a Mavs fan, I'm not sure I'd want it. But see above re: taking it as it's meant, I guess.)

( [1] )

i am the shoreline

Thanks for your kind words on yesterday's post, y'all. I feel sort of churlish being so upset by something awful not happening to me, but navel-gazing doesn't get a person very far, and the reality keeps hitting me almost literally in waves. I'll choke up, and then I'll go about my business, and then fifteen minutes later I'll feel my eyes welling, and then twenty minutes after that I'll briefly be a sobbing wreck. Lather, rinse, repeat. I'm practicing thinking of it and not falling to bits, in the hope that one of these times someone will ask me how I'm doing and I won't dissolve into tears.

But, my oldest friend. I am devastated.

today.

I am feeling better and calmer and less hysterical now; but my brother tells me he heard from my friend's brother (we met on the first day of kindergarten, which means the boys have been friends since they were two) that their mom died this morning.

There will be a drive to Cleveland in my near future.