i've made a crown for you
It's 12:21 as I begin to write this. I'm tired and very sunburned, I have to be to work at 7:00, and I have just had a two hour, amazingly unguarded conversation with my mother about virtually any and everything, all the while holding the dog for what will likely be the last time (unless she manages to have a bowel movement in the morning).
It's been an interesting weekend.
The trip itself had its ups and downs--I definitely had fun, and I'm glad I went. Mom's weekend was considerably less pleasant; in addition to the dog's condition deteriorating so rapidly, she and Dad were in a (fortunately minor) accident--they're fine, but the right side of her car's a bit messed up and needs to be fixed. And there are about a billion other little things that went wrong for her. And the dog is the family's, but it's really her buddy most of all, and even though we've actually had four more years than we anticipated with her, and even though she's been in incredible pain lately, it's still hard.
...even the hairs on your head are numbered, right?
It's amazing how some parts of your life can be incredibly good and others can just seem to fall completely apart. A thought, from V:
I'm reminded of the old TV show Dinosaurs, set in 6,000,003 BC, where the characters occasionally had exchanges like:
"I wonder what we're counting down to."
"... I don't know."
I don't know what I'm counting down to, either.
Maybe it's that my life is like a double helix, slowly being pulled in opposite directions, so they're running a delicate balance, but before too long they'll have separated to reveal such a core as there may be. Pristine? Blemished? I can't help but wonder. It's times like this, though, that I can almost see...
rest in my arms
sleep in my bed
there's a design
to what i did and said
It's been an interesting weekend.
The trip itself had its ups and downs--I definitely had fun, and I'm glad I went. Mom's weekend was considerably less pleasant; in addition to the dog's condition deteriorating so rapidly, she and Dad were in a (fortunately minor) accident--they're fine, but the right side of her car's a bit messed up and needs to be fixed. And there are about a billion other little things that went wrong for her. And the dog is the family's, but it's really her buddy most of all, and even though we've actually had four more years than we anticipated with her, and even though she's been in incredible pain lately, it's still hard.
...even the hairs on your head are numbered, right?
It's amazing how some parts of your life can be incredibly good and others can just seem to fall completely apart. A thought, from V:
I'm reminded of the old TV show Dinosaurs, set in 6,000,003 BC, where the characters occasionally had exchanges like:
"I wonder what we're counting down to."
"... I don't know."
I don't know what I'm counting down to, either.
Maybe it's that my life is like a double helix, slowly being pulled in opposite directions, so they're running a delicate balance, but before too long they'll have separated to reveal such a core as there may be. Pristine? Blemished? I can't help but wonder. It's times like this, though, that I can almost see...
rest in my arms
sleep in my bed
there's a design
to what i did and said