he took his beer and books(wanderlust the buried giant mythago wood anti-intellectualism in american life) outside into a pleasant wind

looking north and east he saw the dull grainygray gauze of ash and smoke of forest fires still untamed 

               untamed

just like us to think we can tame anything                            

we can certainly put our fingers in a pie

start a fire

cause exquisite mayhem

remain unrepentant

eventually we can clearcut bombard it with water and chemicals  eventually assisting the beast to extinguish itself

provide hospice

yeah   Tame

he took his beer and books outside to escape the telephone  to put a brief hold on their off-and-on conversations that beaded a slender chain of the better part of two hours  

he rationalised(really  really  she was doing fine on her own) helped her confirm her suspicions that the nonprofit she worked for was profiting handsomely possibly profiting its Board(cream rises) but definitely the executive and a select minion  they were systematically bilking(she preferred defrauding) state agencies who were too ponderous too understaffed too underfunded to afford regulators to sift through the mire and minutia determine who the bad actors are and run forensic accounting on their books         

the crux of their conversationhis alarm was her stress  not only that she was enduring this now-unfolding uncertain certainty but also her misfortune of contendingconstantly and consistently with her overseers rebuffing their courses which had over the past year borne her out readily confirming her grit and acumen  unfortunately though to her disadvantage affecting her physically  she was struggling with a yet-identified if-ever-to-be-identified immune disorder
he guarded her jealously sternly warned her(not that she didnt know or didnt grasp its reality) that the last thing she needed in her life was more stress

I understand your passion your hatred – not typically your forte -- of those who try to play you a fool

she received a text forwarded by a coworker from the executive officer just after she had confronted him about their recently deployed and terribly improbable scheduling  she told him that it ran afoul of labor lawslaws she had cursory knowledge of but possiblyquite frankly other laws too

she asked if she could forward the text to him so he could read it and give her his thoughts 

:  Ah yes – an undoing when when a Trust is broken - a resource when it provides:bestows gifts and opportunities . Onto another learning and maturation curve.

he texted her that it lacked context(was poorly written) that she couldnt assume it was in regards to her  its context could only be grasped if she read the text her coworker sent  then the executive replied

he texted a second time:  It is ambiguous. HA! Interesting.(inside joke)

she texted:  my chest tho holy shit.

:  Thinking Swedish(hospital) before it gets worse?

:  i can’t yet.

:  Can’t ?

   Can’t breathe . . . really tough to finish out a day.

then :  Heart?

       Heart don’t beat ..  . really tough to finish out a day

:  ha.

:  I didn’t mean either as a joke, as I know you know . . .I understand the job, you spent the morning adamant about how you were being treated.

How are you treating yourself any different?

he didnt expect hed hear from her for a while

he took his beer and books outside

he didnt hear from her until later that evening

she called

she wasnt well

1816,  Friday,  13  10. 17

1132,  Saturday,  14  10. 17