Apr 14, 2004 16:06
Lately I only seem to write in this thing while everything going on is less than great, but I would hate for you to beleive things are ALWAYS less than great, because that is a horrible lie.
For example... This weekend I went to a battle of the bands which was won by friends of mine, spent saturday night (and most of sunday morning) with the amazing Jenna Powell, then enjoyed easter at her Grammies house. This is NOT less than great, this was quite great.
BUT, Sunday night ended roughly when I talked to Mom and everything suddenly rushed back into perspective. My grandpa Ken is scheduled for surgery tonight, and you'd never guess how hard it is for me to accept. I've lived with him more than half of my life and he is a constant. Any suggestion or thought of this changing kills me, and it was pretty clear that night. Apparently my mind has floodgates, and recalling this surgery burst them open, allowing the entire world (and its mother) to rush in and remind me why nerds still wear highwaters.
I wish jeans cut strategically short could truly prevent such an overflow from affecting me, but alas, they cannot.