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Evey Hammond: Remember, remember, the Fifth of November,/ The Gunpowder Treason and Plot… / I know of no reason/ Why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot… But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in his 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I’ve witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I’ve seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them… but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it… ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love… And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man… A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.
I wish not to celebrate my birthday or any others for reasons I will not be going into at the moment. Tara wishes her birthday celebrated. She claims that she needs a day to make her feel extra special. Does she not feel special any other day? I am failing at the relationship that a unique day must be taken out from the year for her to feel valued? If that is the case, then I am most certainly failing at making her feel special. Or is it that she has a different value system that I?
Late yesterday we drove out an hour south of hour house into the high desert. It is a very isolated area where several springs are located and wildlife abounds. After two hours of a unsuccessful search for Ora Hanna Spring on foot I retreated back to my truck at dusk. After, Tara and I laid in the truck bed looking up into the night sky. Every minute passed another point of light became visible in the inky blackness of the sky. Not a cloud – as usual – obscured our view. Every ten minutes a meteor streaked in a blazing glory toward it’s fiery end. Eight I counted before Tara saw her first. She was often interested in her fingers, or her clothes, or the back of her neck rather than beautiful flashes of light. This one meteor that Tara saw is her second in her life. Last summer we saw one together near Lake Mead. That one zigzagged across the sky in an odd fashion.
We cuddled in each others arms as the night grew cold. After two hours or so we headed on out down the long, bumpy primitive road out of the Highland Mountain wilderness area into the Eldorado Valley toward our home in the valley of the city of sin. After I bought steak and wine and cooked it up for the both of us.
I thought that was a nice, romantic bonding time we shared. But for her, it is not enough. Why? Because she wants a physical gift – a ring, a necklace, a dress. That is what she values.
In the meantime I have been listening to Meat Loaf! The first album is better than the second. I am looking forward to more