Daylight Savings has begun
I've done jack shit for the last couple days and i'm loving it. Saw Sin City for free late Thursday night, then took Friday off cuz I was planning on heading up to the Cape to visit my sister, but that busted. Instead, I sat on my ass and I loved it.
This morning, or I guess I should say this afternoon, when I got up I went downstairs and asked my dad if mom was at work. He kind of cocked his head as he looked at me and said she was on her way to California. Hmmm, funny how quickly I forget things. But she's gone for a week, it's just me and my pops, and I'm not gonna get nagged or yelled at for the next week...HUZZAH!!
On the global front, as you all surely know by now, the Bishop of Rome died this afternoon (or evening if you were in Europe). I don't really have much to say on this, but one thing did stand out for me. I was watching CNN and they were panning the crowd outside St. Peter's, and they focused for a minute or so on this one woman who was absolutely bawling. Most of the people had this kind of numb look on their faces, but this woman was crying hard. And I thought, why is she crying like that? It's not exactly a surprise he died...the pope was 84, had Parkinson's, was fighting several infections, and was generally deteriorating fast. He led an amazing life, accomplishing more than most people can even dream of doing and touching the lives of millions, if not, billions of lives in the process. Yes, it's sad that he's gone now, but frankly, if anyone deserves a rest, it's him. I don't know, maybe I just internalize death differently than other people do- I mean I didn't cry when my grandmother died, or when when my friend's father passed away or my old coworker more recently- but the way I see it, he, more so than anyone else perhaps, is going home.
This morning, or I guess I should say this afternoon, when I got up I went downstairs and asked my dad if mom was at work. He kind of cocked his head as he looked at me and said she was on her way to California. Hmmm, funny how quickly I forget things. But she's gone for a week, it's just me and my pops, and I'm not gonna get nagged or yelled at for the next week...HUZZAH!!
On the global front, as you all surely know by now, the Bishop of Rome died this afternoon (or evening if you were in Europe). I don't really have much to say on this, but one thing did stand out for me. I was watching CNN and they were panning the crowd outside St. Peter's, and they focused for a minute or so on this one woman who was absolutely bawling. Most of the people had this kind of numb look on their faces, but this woman was crying hard. And I thought, why is she crying like that? It's not exactly a surprise he died...the pope was 84, had Parkinson's, was fighting several infections, and was generally deteriorating fast. He led an amazing life, accomplishing more than most people can even dream of doing and touching the lives of millions, if not, billions of lives in the process. Yes, it's sad that he's gone now, but frankly, if anyone deserves a rest, it's him. I don't know, maybe I just internalize death differently than other people do- I mean I didn't cry when my grandmother died, or when when my friend's father passed away or my old coworker more recently- but the way I see it, he, more so than anyone else perhaps, is going home.