I hated that book.
While we were gone,the Internet fairy decided to drop off a cable modem at our apartment. I was forced to finally upgrade the computer from Windows 98 to Windows 2000. I was gonna go the XP route, but I didn't think I had enough RAM for that. So I'm sitting at the crib now, on a big Tuesday night, posting from Nick's room. Life is good.
The M.R.S. is on the phone with one of our friends from Cincy. I hear excitement, so they must be talking about Jamaica. We'll be seeing them and their boys Monday. Only six more days... six more days. Whoa. Where has the time gone? Not that I'm complaining...
Anyway, the trip to Clio was wonderful. We didn't do much but sit around and let everyone love on the boys. I took my dad's bicycle out Sunday and rode through my old stomping grounds. It was good to ride and see people without them recognizing who I was. It was bittersweet too - I realize more each time I go home that you can't go home again. I miss the innocence of my childhood. It's also sad to see how some people have turned out since high school. Drugs, poverty, having too many children at a young age, etc., have taken their toll on more than a few of the people I grew up with. One of my childhood playmates died the night I came home. He was 3 years older than me, but he lived right in front of my closest male cousin; we spent many an afternoon playing backyard basketball, three-man baseball, and just listening to music. His mom was my 3rd-grade teacher. I visited his family yesterday before I left and they all seemed to be doing about as well as could be expected. His older siblings moved away when I was a child, so I don't think they were expecting to see that "Little Mike" was 6'2", 217 lbs, with three kids of his own. My old teacher was really pleased to see me, and I her. I just wish it was under different circumstances. She pulled out an old high-school football team photo, and as I rattled off the names she began picking out pallbearers. So far I've been lucky with regards to losing close family members. My father's father died when I was too young to remember him, and my maternal grandfather died in '96. His was really the only family death that was of someone close to me.
Anyway, I guess it's approaching bedtime. To end on a positive note, I leave you with this:
HOW 'BOUT THEM COWBOYS????
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Blogging from home.....it doesn't get any better than this. Hurry and get Shonta a Blog. We're anxious to see another view of the life of Hot Buttered Soul.
When a childhood friend dies, mortality stares you right in the face. Two that hit me the hardest were the two that I pretty much knew from birth. The first at age 26 was a next door neighbor (we were the same age). He had actually started doing TV commercials. The main one I remember was for C&S Bank. He had gone to the dentist who found an abcess which turned out to be cancer. He went to the dentist in May and was dead by July. It happened so quickly, that I didn't have a chance to see him before he was gone.
The second was at age 39. We were only two days apart in age. Our Mothers were in the same hospital just a room or so apart. I guess he would be my oldest friend, since we most likely saw each other in the nursery (of course, I don't remember for sure). After Elementary School, he took the path of smoking, drinking & drugs. He was already a grandfather before he died. Skin cancer took him. He was very adamant in not having visitors. He did not want anyone to see him in that condition. So, once again, no opportunity to say goodbye.
My Father died when I was 29. I was very close to him, so I did get a great opportunity to be with him up until the very moment he died. In fact, he was very interested in what we were learning from WWCG. We had just started attending WWCG that year and his main response to what I told him was "Well that just makes sense!" I believe his mind is already aimed at the Truth and will hit the ground running come the 2nd resurrection. Cancer took him as well, but it was due to excessive exposure to high powered xrays during WWII. They found a lump under his jawbone and when they removed it, the cancer spread throughout his body. They said that he had 6 months to a year to live. He was a very string man and lived another 5 years. Even in his 60s with cancer, he could work harder and longer than most young men. My family are constantly making comments as to how much I look and do as he did. In fact, I have one Aunt in NC that says, "He's so much like Edward that it's scary!" I'll take that as a compliment for now.
Anyway, I better quit. This comment is turning into a post. I'm glad y'all are back and had a good visit for the most part. See y'all for Atonement.
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