on grieving, moving, and protesting

Jun 16, 2009 10:31

Grief is a strange process. It's interesting how unexpected and random the moments are when I suddenly feel a surge of sadness. Like, just a minute ago, I was browsing through my dad's CD's, trying to find that Alison Krauss & Robert Plant album to listen to while I shower. I was trying to figure out which of their names he would alphabetize it by. I can't find the damn thing, and I can't think of where else it might be, since he normally kept his things so meticulously organized.

Anyway, just a random thought.

Emily, Shannon (Emily's daughter...she used to babysit me as a kid and now we're becoming friends which is kind of weird and cool) and I are going to have lunch and go hot-tubbing later...but first I want to stop by my other place downtown and pick up a bunch of my stuff - like DVD's, my iPod dock, my towels...
I want to get my piano over here as soon as possible too, but that will obvs be more of a "project".

Also - there's going to be a protest type deal at Loussac Library today. The gays here in Anchorage are trying to pass an anti-discrimination law. This is a big thing for Anchorage. I honestly don't know how it will pan out, since we have such a huge amount of religious fanatic crazyheads who say stupid things and people just follow them like retarded sheep. Baaahhhhhh. There's this one particular guy, Jerry Prevo...he's the head honcho at the Anchorage Baptist Temple. GRRRRR. No likey. Anyway, there's this bumper sticker that's been around since I was a kid that I just love. It says, "Annoy Prevo: Think for Yourself." Guy said he that he's seriously considering making a sign to bring this evening that says, "Keep your perverted religion off of my civil rights." Lulz. I would never hold a sign that said something like that, but I'm seriously considering showing up for this thing. It is something that I believe in.

grief, bullshit, gay stuff, death, family

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