as of late
A year ago I was flying home from London by myself with pneumonia. That sucked. In many ways studying abroad feels like a lifetime ago. When it was over there was no one around to remember it with, all of my flatmates are spread out across the country. I miss them terribly.
Similarly, I have been missing Rachael in that same way a lot recently. Loosing her was loosing parts of my memories. You know how things that happen make you think of something that happened in the past that you can't quite remember but you know who you were with, so you call them and talk about it then remember the whole story. That happens a lot with me with things that happened with Rachael that only she would know. Those parts of my life are gone now, and I grieve them. We got these new hand painted glasses in at work. They reminded me of her so much. I would have bought them for her for her birthday or something. I had to fight back tears in the back room because i was so mad about not being able to do that. I HATE not being able to say, "remember the time we...." to her. That is not something that fades with time like other parts of grief do.
I saw something on the news about the one year anniversary of the London bombing and for the first time I realized how close I was to being seriously hurt. I mean, I have always known that I was one decision to walk made on a whim away from being on the tube that blew up, but I didn't really REALIZE what that meant until now. Today my boss Karla got in a car accident. She is okay, the other person is okay, and her car is still drivable. She told me she could feel that it was coming. When we were talking about it I understood that was the Gods way of telling her something in a way that would wake her up to it before it seriously damaged her life. It's not about the car accident, or the bombings, those are signs to something else much bigger going on. It got me thinking: what was He telling me by having me so close to serious injury or death on that London Tube? I have woken up, and opened my eyes, now I just need to figure out what I'm looking at. (that sounded way more religious than I normally do) I just mean that there are guides and signs out there that if we were only aware of would help us tremendously in our lives.
I went to see Michele's baby a week or so ago. I must say that for a baby it was pretty cute. I don't really like babies normally but this one was good, it didn't cry really. I don't know if I've seen a baby that young besides Reid. It was not even two days old when I went. Liz and I were calling it the wrong name to everyone too hahaha we're great.
Shaker is looking good these days. I gave him a bath not too long ago on a really hot day. He liked it. I brushed his hair and made him look nice. You can really tell he is getting older though. I really don't think I could love anything more than I love that horse.
My pup is a crazy man still. I have been calling him Rascal more than I call him Dougal, which is his real name. He bit me in the face to that pretty much looks really sweet. Whatever I'm tough I can take it.
I ended up randomly driving Karla to Chicago then turning around and taking her car right back. It was surprisingly a great time. The trip went really quickly, there was good conversation, and fun things to look at. We went right to the fireworks when I got back to town. I was SO happy that I got to see them this year because I missed them being in England and all last year. I love fireworks. They are so unlike anything else. Everytime I see them I try to think about what I would think of them if I had never seen a firework before. I also went to St Joseph's fireworks on Monday which was fun because they were on the beach, and it was yet another new adventure for me.
I had an overall great weekend. Other than the fireworks and Chicago I got to do some other fun things like ride on our tandom bike, have a cookout, go to my cottage, walk on the beach, and some more incredible savings at TJ Maxx.
This weekend I'm going to work on Saturday, then on Sunday-Tuesday go to visit my brother Matt in Ohio for a rad 80s party. Power suit here I come yesssss
PS did I mention how I went to the Michael Buble concert, he ran over by us, I caressed his expensive-suit-clad body, and then needed a change of pants? Um yeah I'm pretty sure I love him.
Similarly, I have been missing Rachael in that same way a lot recently. Loosing her was loosing parts of my memories. You know how things that happen make you think of something that happened in the past that you can't quite remember but you know who you were with, so you call them and talk about it then remember the whole story. That happens a lot with me with things that happened with Rachael that only she would know. Those parts of my life are gone now, and I grieve them. We got these new hand painted glasses in at work. They reminded me of her so much. I would have bought them for her for her birthday or something. I had to fight back tears in the back room because i was so mad about not being able to do that. I HATE not being able to say, "remember the time we...." to her. That is not something that fades with time like other parts of grief do.
I saw something on the news about the one year anniversary of the London bombing and for the first time I realized how close I was to being seriously hurt. I mean, I have always known that I was one decision to walk made on a whim away from being on the tube that blew up, but I didn't really REALIZE what that meant until now. Today my boss Karla got in a car accident. She is okay, the other person is okay, and her car is still drivable. She told me she could feel that it was coming. When we were talking about it I understood that was the Gods way of telling her something in a way that would wake her up to it before it seriously damaged her life. It's not about the car accident, or the bombings, those are signs to something else much bigger going on. It got me thinking: what was He telling me by having me so close to serious injury or death on that London Tube? I have woken up, and opened my eyes, now I just need to figure out what I'm looking at. (that sounded way more religious than I normally do) I just mean that there are guides and signs out there that if we were only aware of would help us tremendously in our lives.
I went to see Michele's baby a week or so ago. I must say that for a baby it was pretty cute. I don't really like babies normally but this one was good, it didn't cry really. I don't know if I've seen a baby that young besides Reid. It was not even two days old when I went. Liz and I were calling it the wrong name to everyone too hahaha we're great.
Shaker is looking good these days. I gave him a bath not too long ago on a really hot day. He liked it. I brushed his hair and made him look nice. You can really tell he is getting older though. I really don't think I could love anything more than I love that horse.
My pup is a crazy man still. I have been calling him Rascal more than I call him Dougal, which is his real name. He bit me in the face to that pretty much looks really sweet. Whatever I'm tough I can take it.
I ended up randomly driving Karla to Chicago then turning around and taking her car right back. It was surprisingly a great time. The trip went really quickly, there was good conversation, and fun things to look at. We went right to the fireworks when I got back to town. I was SO happy that I got to see them this year because I missed them being in England and all last year. I love fireworks. They are so unlike anything else. Everytime I see them I try to think about what I would think of them if I had never seen a firework before. I also went to St Joseph's fireworks on Monday which was fun because they were on the beach, and it was yet another new adventure for me.
I had an overall great weekend. Other than the fireworks and Chicago I got to do some other fun things like ride on our tandom bike, have a cookout, go to my cottage, walk on the beach, and some more incredible savings at TJ Maxx.
This weekend I'm going to work on Saturday, then on Sunday-Tuesday go to visit my brother Matt in Ohio for a rad 80s party. Power suit here I come yesssss
PS did I mention how I went to the Michael Buble concert, he ran over by us, I caressed his expensive-suit-clad body, and then needed a change of pants? Um yeah I'm pretty sure I love him.