tonight is not the night for little miss sunshine
It's been a rough day. I learned early this morning that a very close friend of the family (like she was there for my birth and was my mom's best friend for decades) passed away in forks on wednesday. Found out through the paper of all things since no one thought to call us. Little disheartening.
Some of you amazonians/former amazonians might have known her: Mary Paupst. Worked downstairs for a number of years.
As long as I can remember, she's always been sick. She'd managed to defeat cancer on several occasions, had several surgeries, fought diabities, fought just about everything that ever came to her. It was weird because even though she was twice my age, she and I could sit down and talk and joke while we waited for my mom to come home from whatever she was doing. Or I'd see her sitting in the living room with one of the pets and I'd sit and just listen. She was incredibly funny, which is something anyone who ever talked to her (that didn't have a PHD) could tell you. I honestly can blame her and maybe two other people as to how my sense of humor morphed.
The last time we spoke was on a random trip home from Valley. She had dropped off a kitten a year before because she was in and out of the hospital so much that she knew she couldn't take care of her (we adopted the kitten and named her squeaker, I believe I have a picture of her on here, in a box) and wanted to check in. Aparently her blood sugar was so low the weekend before that her brother or father (I forget which) tried to wake up her and couldn't. And this person was a marine drill instructor and was shouting and screaming and couldn't get a response. She said it was just her luck, and proof that she couldn't have made it far in the military.
I certainly didn't see her very often, but i'm going to miss knowing that she's around and giving someone hell. She was one of the toughest people I've even known, in fact I once joked that she and Cher would have an excellent time after the nuclear holocaust, once they decided who was eating the roaches and who was doing the bitch-work of cooking them. I can only imagine how my mom feels but she put on the tough face while breaking the news to me. Just one more thing from childhood that's gone, I guess.
Speaking of which, my parents are awaiting news from Casselton. If my father is offered a full-time position, like it is expected, the house is being sold. They are meeting with realtors this week to determine a few things, but a house in that neighborhood of Forks is going to go VERY quickly. Even with the Poppkee's as neighbors...
I'm just sort of worried about losing my connection to Grand Forks, or at least never having a reason to go up there. I mean I know I have friends and a couple of family members there, but I just don't have a lot of reasons to go up there once the house is sold and my parents will be living in maplewood or casselton. Again, just another thing.
Ever feel disconnected? Since moving here I've become more and more disconnected and isolated. I'm making a conscious effort to change some of that but there isn't a lot I can do. I've lost connection to my family, though my younger brother moves here in the fall, i've lost friends, i've lost a best friend, and i'm just fading away to what I used to call home. both of them, really, since Valley became a home, much to my shagrin. I'm tired of floating away.
On a happier note (i'm really trying/stretching it on this one), Katie and I are going to the show tonight at the varsity theatre. It's 18+ and I'd really like to go with more people. Should be a really good show with a rediculous amount of music for 8 dollars. Give me a call or send me a message on myspace if you're interested.
Some of you amazonians/former amazonians might have known her: Mary Paupst. Worked downstairs for a number of years.
As long as I can remember, she's always been sick. She'd managed to defeat cancer on several occasions, had several surgeries, fought diabities, fought just about everything that ever came to her. It was weird because even though she was twice my age, she and I could sit down and talk and joke while we waited for my mom to come home from whatever she was doing. Or I'd see her sitting in the living room with one of the pets and I'd sit and just listen. She was incredibly funny, which is something anyone who ever talked to her (that didn't have a PHD) could tell you. I honestly can blame her and maybe two other people as to how my sense of humor morphed.
The last time we spoke was on a random trip home from Valley. She had dropped off a kitten a year before because she was in and out of the hospital so much that she knew she couldn't take care of her (we adopted the kitten and named her squeaker, I believe I have a picture of her on here, in a box) and wanted to check in. Aparently her blood sugar was so low the weekend before that her brother or father (I forget which) tried to wake up her and couldn't. And this person was a marine drill instructor and was shouting and screaming and couldn't get a response. She said it was just her luck, and proof that she couldn't have made it far in the military.
I certainly didn't see her very often, but i'm going to miss knowing that she's around and giving someone hell. She was one of the toughest people I've even known, in fact I once joked that she and Cher would have an excellent time after the nuclear holocaust, once they decided who was eating the roaches and who was doing the bitch-work of cooking them. I can only imagine how my mom feels but she put on the tough face while breaking the news to me. Just one more thing from childhood that's gone, I guess.
Speaking of which, my parents are awaiting news from Casselton. If my father is offered a full-time position, like it is expected, the house is being sold. They are meeting with realtors this week to determine a few things, but a house in that neighborhood of Forks is going to go VERY quickly. Even with the Poppkee's as neighbors...
I'm just sort of worried about losing my connection to Grand Forks, or at least never having a reason to go up there. I mean I know I have friends and a couple of family members there, but I just don't have a lot of reasons to go up there once the house is sold and my parents will be living in maplewood or casselton. Again, just another thing.
Ever feel disconnected? Since moving here I've become more and more disconnected and isolated. I'm making a conscious effort to change some of that but there isn't a lot I can do. I've lost connection to my family, though my younger brother moves here in the fall, i've lost friends, i've lost a best friend, and i'm just fading away to what I used to call home. both of them, really, since Valley became a home, much to my shagrin. I'm tired of floating away.
On a happier note (i'm really trying/stretching it on this one), Katie and I are going to the show tonight at the varsity theatre. It's 18+ and I'd really like to go with more people. Should be a really good show with a rediculous amount of music for 8 dollars. Give me a call or send me a message on myspace if you're interested.