homer's right
Lisa Simpson: Maybe the moral is there is no moral.
Homer Simpson: Yeah, It's all just a bunch of stuff that happened.
Yesterday I was fairly convinced I had a concusion. I hit my head and was pretty confused for the rest of the day. Today, my mom called early this morning and said that my grandmother had died in her sleep last night. she wanted to make sure i could get off from school to go the funeral. I went to church and lit a candle for my grandmother and wore the pendant she painted for my mothers wedding. I can't say that it was a surprise. it may seem callous, but it occurred to me earlier this year. she was 90 years old and it wouldn't be morbid to assume that she proabaly wouldn't live for 10 more years. so i realized that sometime in the next 10 years i would be going to here funeral. i thought it would be much later than now. she seemed well enough at ther birthday party. but she was very old. and when i thought about my grandmother dying i thought about my own parents. they aren't going to live forever. it's hard for me to imagine life without them. i don't like what i can imagine. they are my rock.
i went to brunch today after church. then i drove up to church hill to look at houses. there was an open house. i knew the house was out of my price range but it was so beautiful. as i was getting into my car, this old guy drove by and asked if i "got a man". the absurdity of this question made me laugh outright. it suggests to me a lot of things that aren't at all the case. that if i didn't have a man, any man would do; and that i must be looking for one! plus the whole idea of "having" someone denotes possesion, as in slavery; ownership of some kind. this question is always followed up by the how old are you? which i find equally disturbing as it really should precede the archaic "got a man" question. it made sound strange, but today i was grateful for this utterly misogynistic question. it's nice to be able to laugh when things aren't so happy.
Homer Simpson: Yeah, It's all just a bunch of stuff that happened.
Yesterday I was fairly convinced I had a concusion. I hit my head and was pretty confused for the rest of the day. Today, my mom called early this morning and said that my grandmother had died in her sleep last night. she wanted to make sure i could get off from school to go the funeral. I went to church and lit a candle for my grandmother and wore the pendant she painted for my mothers wedding. I can't say that it was a surprise. it may seem callous, but it occurred to me earlier this year. she was 90 years old and it wouldn't be morbid to assume that she proabaly wouldn't live for 10 more years. so i realized that sometime in the next 10 years i would be going to here funeral. i thought it would be much later than now. she seemed well enough at ther birthday party. but she was very old. and when i thought about my grandmother dying i thought about my own parents. they aren't going to live forever. it's hard for me to imagine life without them. i don't like what i can imagine. they are my rock.
i went to brunch today after church. then i drove up to church hill to look at houses. there was an open house. i knew the house was out of my price range but it was so beautiful. as i was getting into my car, this old guy drove by and asked if i "got a man". the absurdity of this question made me laugh outright. it suggests to me a lot of things that aren't at all the case. that if i didn't have a man, any man would do; and that i must be looking for one! plus the whole idea of "having" someone denotes possesion, as in slavery; ownership of some kind. this question is always followed up by the how old are you? which i find equally disturbing as it really should precede the archaic "got a man" question. it made sound strange, but today i was grateful for this utterly misogynistic question. it's nice to be able to laugh when things aren't so happy.