One apple

[storytimewithjoe]

Of what was to be a harvest of seven of my baby dwarf apple tree, I found one left.  I don't know if the fuktard was showing me mercy, or simply just didn't notice the one single apple hidden behind a clump of leaves.

One apple.  That is what I have to show for love, hope, devotion, nurturing, and a dream of learning about a time and a culture from over 1,000 years ago.  One apple.

I would have liked to have left the apple on the tree for another couple of weeks to fully ripen in the sun and to fully develop.  But obviously, I cannot trust my neighborhood.  I will have to just let it sit for a couple of days and hope to take advantage of it later.

Given all of the shit that has been happening lately to friends all over the place, I find it hard to believe that an apple theft would be upsetting me so very much right now.  But for some reason, it is.  As I type this, I am crying my eyes out.  I just can't believe that somebody would be so selfish and so mean. 

One apple.  That is all I have.

I guess I should try and look at the bright side.  I will get to know what it tastes like.  I will get to know that experience.  I will have some way of learning what I wanted to learn - although the moment will be brief.

One apple. 

Of all of the bad shit that has been happening, there are bright sides.  As bad as things have gotten, things could have been worse.  Biopsies could have delivered the worst possible news.  Test results could have resulted in dire consequences.  Hard options could have been replaced by no options.  Fearing the worst could have been replaced by learning that the worst has come to fruition.

I could have been left with NO apples.

I feel crushed.  Utterly crushed, utterly drained, utterly without strength or energy for any more bad news or any more shit to happen, and I'm trying my absolute damnedest to try and find the silver lining.  I know that when life hands you lemons, you should make lemonade.  But damnit, it is really hard to even make a pitcher of lemonade when somebody steals all but one of your lemons.

I need a hug.  I think we ALL need hugs right now.

Comments

Damn.

[red-goldilocks.livejournal.com]

I have never cared much for your neighborhood, and now I know why. Lousy apple-and-blackberry stealing bastards.

This morning I realized I will miss my very first Dumb Supper. And that makes me cry.

Sure could use one of your hugs right now, Pawpi.

[selyrabbit.livejournal.com]

I would say your crying over the apples, which by the way having them stolen sucks big time, is a way to let you cry over all the other shitty things that have happened to your friends lately. Please savor your apple and remember, karma is a bitch and the stealer of your apples is in for one big karma check as I am sure that person has other things on the negative list.
Lots of hugs,

[mistressrhi.livejournal.com]

Do not let the act go unnoticed, Joe. Post a sign at your gate about the theft, so that not only the thief, but all the neighborhood knows you know, and knows that they took something you had put special care into. It may not result in any sort of recompense, or even, an apology, however, it is important to not let them think you just didn't notice...

[joeguppy.livejournal.com]

Sadly, if I do that, the sign will be tagged. This isn't L.A., but it is close enough that such things do happen.