I dreamt last night that I was at Grandma and Grandpa's. It was twilight. I was helping Grandpa pack his bag. He seemed pretty cheerful--a light heart, excited about his trip.

I woke up this morning and felt pretty good about things. It's a beautiful day in Denver Colorado.

Last night was the big dinner effort. Moody bought the good wine and Kathleen ( Read more... )

Eggs and vanilla ice cream for breakfast. Iron supplements, dishes piled in the sink from the second risotto I've had in a week, my whites piled up in the drier downstairs ( Read more... )

The day the 2010 Census form came to my house--519 Corona St, Denver, Colorado--was the same day I received in the mail three separate letters from Key Bank informing me that three student loans in the amount of approximately $13,000, $14,000, and $17,000 had defaulted, and that the entire sum of all three were now and immediately due, else they ( Read more... )

It seems the only thing keeping Grandpa alive is a respirator pumping his lungs for him. A thousand miles east, my family confers on the ethics of keeping him breathing through the week so that Aunt Jo can fly in from Tahoe. The last time I saw him he was ornerier than I'd ever seen him, in a nursing home in Newton Falls. It was a wet white day and ( Read more... )

Ennui at work and restlessness outside; I am anxious, waiting for the lion to materialize--so that he may turn into the promised lamb ( Read more... )

( All for tonight. )

I was in CL yesterday for my grandparents' 60th anniversary.

Gilmore's home; I went to visit. Face and Jolene were there. It was good, mostly. It was weird. The last time I saw Gilmore he didn't remember my brother; this time he asked how Matt Pytlik was doing. Last time I saw him, it took us like ten minutes to lift his mostly limp body from his ( Read more... )

Well, Kelly Pavlik won his rematch with Jermain Taylor, maintaining a 33-0-0 record.

We are figuring out what to drink to. What to toast.
We are figuring out how to deal.

Hope '08.

I don't know if I believe my instincts, but tomorrow feels like one of the most important days, ever.
Gilmore's having life-threatening surgery.
Obama needs to survive, too.
I talked to my grandpa today. I hadn't in a while. He sounds so weak over the phone... like he has to use his walker to even talk. He asked me when I'm graduating, and when I ( Read more... )

Heath Ledger died today, of what looks to have been an accidental overdose.
The tragedy of that alone is shocking and saddening, and it is difficult to consider. He was six years older than me, and a fine and hard-working artist, for whom I had a great deal of respect and admiration.
And his death emphasized in my mind the struggle of mortality. The ( Read more... )