Surprise! You've got melancholy....
Yeah, about that. It kind of washed over me today unforeseen, unexpected. School is back in full swing. I have three different student workgroups with four classes and a research project with Dr. Steve Huxley. Last night Elise and I had tasty authentic Tex-Mex food courtesy of Tony and Michael. Tonight we saw "Superbad" the movie.
My grandpa died a few weeks ago and I guess I'm still grieving. My Dad and Patty are essentially isolated in Preston, Idaho, a really small town in the middle of nowhere and his dear old cat died just two weeks after Papa. His side of the family are a bunch of jerks, to make a major understatement. I went to the funeral and spoke kindly of the dead because it felt like the mature, upright thing to do. I had every right to say a lot of less-than-kindly things, but I took the high road. whoopee.
My friends are getting a divorce. I was the best man at their wedding. They were married for only a short few years and seemed to have parted ways relatively amicably, with no kids, few shared assets and mutual economic independence.
I'll be 33 years old in just two weeks. A third of a century. I got my health, some money, an OK overpriced apartment and a loving girlfriend. No career though. I miss my cat Marble.
I have been feeling the sensation of time flowing ever faster. People move around, there is so very little permanence in the things to which I attach. There does not seem to be much to do about it. Learning to sail a catamaran two weeks ago was indescribably apropos; when everything was just flowing along I did just fine and didn't miss the land. Nothing solid, just breeze and waves and navigating back and forth across a high mountain lake in the sun. Avoiding the waterskiers, watching for wind-sign on the water. I could have done that forever.
My grandpa died a few weeks ago and I guess I'm still grieving. My Dad and Patty are essentially isolated in Preston, Idaho, a really small town in the middle of nowhere and his dear old cat died just two weeks after Papa. His side of the family are a bunch of jerks, to make a major understatement. I went to the funeral and spoke kindly of the dead because it felt like the mature, upright thing to do. I had every right to say a lot of less-than-kindly things, but I took the high road. whoopee.
My friends are getting a divorce. I was the best man at their wedding. They were married for only a short few years and seemed to have parted ways relatively amicably, with no kids, few shared assets and mutual economic independence.
I'll be 33 years old in just two weeks. A third of a century. I got my health, some money, an OK overpriced apartment and a loving girlfriend. No career though. I miss my cat Marble.
I have been feeling the sensation of time flowing ever faster. People move around, there is so very little permanence in the things to which I attach. There does not seem to be much to do about it. Learning to sail a catamaran two weeks ago was indescribably apropos; when everything was just flowing along I did just fine and didn't miss the land. Nothing solid, just breeze and waves and navigating back and forth across a high mountain lake in the sun. Avoiding the waterskiers, watching for wind-sign on the water. I could have done that forever.
