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I have decided that waiting to be married is a bit like waiting for the Rapture. You have no idea when it's going to happen, and you want to be prepared, but you can't spend all your time waiting around, or you'll go mad.
Which is my deep thought for the day. David (not my brother) had a deep thought of his own, when he defined "praying for something for the wrong reasons" as "Dear God, please send me some gold so I can make an idol." Even Jeff was taken off-guard by the profundity of that one. After laughing, of course.
Jennifer loaned us the Metallica album S&M, which stands for Symphony and Metallica (in case you were thinking it stood for anything else), which is Metallica songs performed with the San Fransisco Symphony Orchestra, and she tells us it is awesome. I have no reason to doubt her: classical music and rock have always gone together suspiciously well.
Mom told me today that she and Dad are leaving town in a couple weeks to help my Grammy move into senior living. It kinda throws a wrench into Thanksgiving (luckily, Aunt Beth and Uncle Hugh were gonna host anyway), but they're looking forward to it. Grammy is gonna just love living among friends in a place that has all the amenities and no stairs.
It's cold outside today, but sunny and clear, and so is perfectly beautiful. It makes me want to take a drive out among the bluffs or something. But I couldn't do that alone. Heh. Anyone of you who have seen Pixar's Cars, that part where Sally and Lightning go driving around Radiator Springs: that's what it's like outside right now. That's one thing I loved about that movie, was how perfectly they caught the quality of the light and the richness of the colors that I remember so vividly from Dad taking us on drives in the countryside. It doesn't seem quite so sad that everything is brown, because there's still faded yellows and reds in the trees, and the grass is still mostly green, the sky is a clear and perfect blue, and the sun is bright without being hot. It's gorgeous.
Which is my deep thought for the day. David (not my brother) had a deep thought of his own, when he defined "praying for something for the wrong reasons" as "Dear God, please send me some gold so I can make an idol." Even Jeff was taken off-guard by the profundity of that one. After laughing, of course.
Jennifer loaned us the Metallica album S&M, which stands for Symphony and Metallica (in case you were thinking it stood for anything else), which is Metallica songs performed with the San Fransisco Symphony Orchestra, and she tells us it is awesome. I have no reason to doubt her: classical music and rock have always gone together suspiciously well.
Mom told me today that she and Dad are leaving town in a couple weeks to help my Grammy move into senior living. It kinda throws a wrench into Thanksgiving (luckily, Aunt Beth and Uncle Hugh were gonna host anyway), but they're looking forward to it. Grammy is gonna just love living among friends in a place that has all the amenities and no stairs.
It's cold outside today, but sunny and clear, and so is perfectly beautiful. It makes me want to take a drive out among the bluffs or something. But I couldn't do that alone. Heh. Anyone of you who have seen Pixar's Cars, that part where Sally and Lightning go driving around Radiator Springs: that's what it's like outside right now. That's one thing I loved about that movie, was how perfectly they caught the quality of the light and the richness of the colors that I remember so vividly from Dad taking us on drives in the countryside. It doesn't seem quite so sad that everything is brown, because there's still faded yellows and reds in the trees, and the grass is still mostly green, the sky is a clear and perfect blue, and the sun is bright without being hot. It's gorgeous.