Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. Both on the same day is overkill.
I don’t have any suitable music on Mexi-Melts shuffle. It is all happy sappy punk stuff that a girl would run around the lake to. And for the record let me just say that this new Mariah Carey cd is rubbish, even my low standards. nothing to help me have these blues.
I saw Z-ida off this morning. Sister and I stood arm-in-arm in the middle of the road waving at them while they drove away so they would feel extra bad for leaving us.
I felt like such a pastor too. I channeled my Grandpa Branham. I said ‘well, lets pray before you set out’ and as I did I felt my stomach come to my throat. Not like an “oh my lord I am going to join every one else in their tears’, but in an ‘oh wow that was my grandpa from 25 years ago’ way. I hope my prayer was a comfort to them as they go their way and I trust God was there to hear me. One thing is for sure they will be missed.
Last night was a good time with family and friends over. After most of you left us my hunger overcame me and I propositioned my hamburger place and it worked. Here is a picture. I love this because you can see from our faces the love at the table. 
I feel kind of bad sometimes because I am not suitably emotional. I’ll miss my friends but if I cry I’ll do it later, alone, on the back porch, with my vices. That way I can say ‘oh smoke got in my eyes, it is nothing honey.’
5 responses so far ↓
1 Sis // Apr 21, 2008 at 11:26 am
there aren’t words to describe it all.
2 Beka // Apr 22, 2008 at 4:33 am
That is the greatest pic ever. I don’t even know those people, but everyone seems so happy, warm and inviting.
3 McCool // Apr 22, 2008 at 8:47 am
at least you could pray for them. i’m horrible at good-byes. inside i wanted to cry, outward i said “love you ~ later!” they are great friends and are sorely missed already.
4 Nathan // Apr 22, 2008 at 3:42 pm
there is a John Mayer lyric that helps me with good byes. “airports see it all the time, where someone’s last goodbye, blends in with someones sigh, and someones coming home, in hand a single rose, and that’s the way this wheel keeps working now” -Wheel. Sometimes goodbyes happen, but it makes room for hellos.
5 Zach // Apr 30, 2008 at 8:46 am
As one of the people who left, I miss you. All the time.
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