Back home again in Indiana
Hello Cherubs!
Many of you may know by now that I am back in Indiana this week. I decided I needed, nay I WANTED to come back to the office for a week. I missed the Sisters of MHS and Those Who Sorrow and decided it was time for a visit. I also needed provider a few training sessions to some new hires (as well as whip oldies into shape) and it’s much easier to do in person than via video conference etc.
I flew in Thursday and went directly to Lafayette to spend time with my Mother and family through Thursday.
I have always been a wand'rer
Over land and sea
Yet a moonbeam on the water
Casts a spell o'er me
A vision fair I see
Again I seem to be
I had a great trip back home. It was nice to see family and see a couple friends from Elementary/Middle/High School.
Since my 30th birthday is days away my mother had my visit planned every second so I could meet all of the family obligations as well as celebrations. I think I drank more last weekend with my family than I have since I turned 21. It was a tad rough.
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight, still shining bright,
Through the sycamores for me.
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
Sunday I traveled back to Indianapolis to stay with my Sister Purity St. Goodness & Senora Moo (he doesn’t have a sister name yet). I figured it would save the company some money on a hotel and just keep my rental car longer. I will be with them through Sunday. It’s more fun being surrounded by friends at home. It also keeps me from reverting back to old Indiana habits like communing a little too much The METRO. I miss the place an a handful of people there, but not so much on the majority of everyone else.
Last night IYG (Indiana Youth Group) had a fundraiser with the Bag Ladies at Talbot street. It was a lot of fun and I just adore bad drag (especially when it’s on purpose). I had fun and only had a couple drinks. However, one of my old co-workers had a tad too much and wasn’t feeling all that well this morning.
Fancy paints on mem'ry's canvas
Scenes that we hold dear
We recall them in days after
Clearly they appear
And often times I see
A scene that's dear to me
Daniel will be coming down/over on Thursday and will be staying with me through Sunday but then will head to Kokomo for a few days after I leave to spend time with his Mother and family. She is a new retiree and is bored.
I have no idea what the rest of my week/end has in store, but I have too many people to see and not enough energy to make it happen. I really need to share a meal with Sister Bitchy St. Bitterness so I can force him to talk about what’s going on with the refinance so I can get my name off of the Abbey (oh and my money), but I am not sure if I really want to right now. It’s still odd to communicate with him in person. I have worked through any issues I had with “us”, the separation, the move etc, but I still don’t like to put myself in that situation.
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight, still shining bright,
Through the sycamores for me.
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
Overall, I miss Indiana and I am glad to be visiting, however…I do enjoy Minneapolis and I hope we can spend a good chunk of time there.
Time will tell
Peace, Love and Angel wings,
Sister Merriment St. Martha (aka Waylon)