Friday Fluffy-A bacon burial bonanza!
I know it’s only Thursday, but I decided to post this today because I knew there would be nothing else I could find to write about that would trump the subject of this blog entry.
My family loves Bacon. All of us do.
My sister in particular, loves bacon so much that my parents got her and her husband a membership to the bacon of the month club for Christmas this past year. I like bacon on my cheeseburgers, I like blts, and I always have bacon on the side when I go out to breakfast with my parents often on the weekends.
I love bacon…..just not this much.
WHO IN THERE RIGHT MIND WOULD HAVE A COFFIN WITH BACON PAINTED ON IT AT THEIR FUNERAL? ARE YOU KIDDING? And lets say you knew a person who had a bacon coffin at their funeral and you were supposed to go to that funeral as a mourner? Forget standing there solemnly recalling memories in your head of the times you spent with that person, and reflecting on what they meant to you. You would probably just stand there thinking, ”You know I think in order to celebrate my friends life, let’s play a game of steal the bacon after the funeral.” One hungry mourner might be thinking, “Boy, I know this a sick thought, but I do wish that casket was edible.”
If I had to go to that funeral and stare at the coffin for a long period of time, here’s what would probably happen to me. I would probably just start laughing hysterically and all of the other mourners would stare at me dissaprovingly, or maybe they would cave and follow my lead and all start laughing too.
The article says there’s also such a thing a bacon flavored lube. I am not even going to attempt to touch that one with a ten foot long piece… .of bacon. The article even says there’s a bacon memorial tube inside the coffin. What does that even mean?
I guess if you didn’t want people to cry or be depressed at the funeral you could buy the casket just for a humorous device. And there’s no problem getting this coffin if you love bacon that much. No judgment, really. I’ve had bacon so good that it was to die for. Ha Ha Ha.
Toodles.
Friday Fluffy-A tragic new epidemic
There are some things we need to survive, like food and shelter. It’s especially important that kids have these things so they can grow up to be productive healthy individuals, and when kids are denied these things, the consequences can be dire and life threatening. Aside from food water and shelter, there’s something else kids need to survive….ipads. And there’s a tragic new epidemic of some kids having to live without them.
Because like in tbe APSCA commercials you so often see on tv trying to get you to donate money to help abused and abandoned animals, you know that when you see a video with dogs or kids looking sad, and there’s super depressing Sarah McLachlan music playing in the background, the guilt and shame will follow you for the days if you don’t do something to help, and you know that the punishment for not donating will be that super depressing Sarah McLachlan song playing over and over and over in your head until all you want to do is lock yourself in a dark dark room and cry.
You can be the person who makes it so that kids never have to touch their computer screens again and be heartbroken and shattered when nothing happens. So please go to the website listed at the end of the video and donate, because if kids have to read actual books instead of ebooks, and they have to play actual board games instead of games on their ipads, kids without iPads will never grow up to be sucessful people.
You have the power to make it so that a kid never has to touch the screen of a laptop again with nothing happening. You can be the one to end the horrible epidemic of white kids without ipads. Act now. (Unless you want to wait a few months to act until the ipad 3 comes out…..in which case, act later.)
Friday Fluffy-Unpopular Opinions-”The Artist”
Last Sunday night, I, being a film buff, anxiously watched the Oscars to see who would win all of the major awards. And when “The Artist” won best picture, I cried a little bit on the inside.
I’m sorry, I hated “The Artist.” I hated it. I have so many issues with this movie I don’t even know where to start. I understand this movie garnered much critical Acclaim, but I don’t get it. “The Artist” is a silent black and white movie about the struggles of an actor in Hollywood during the 1920s after sound is put in films. We’re not sure throughout the movie why his career is over now that sound has been put on film, though we find that out at the end. The film also is about the actors friendship with a fellow actress he ends up working with, and about his dog, who ends up during a difficult time being one of the only sources of happiness in his life.
Ok, so that’s the basic plot. It’s not that complicated. It’s all fine and good. But you know what “The Artist’ is? It’s the best film of 1927.
Yes, 1927
IT’S A BLACK AND WHITE SILENT FILM! And all the critics are so impressed because it’s A BLACK AND WHITE SILENT FILM. It won best picture not because it had a good script or groundbreaking photography, or even because the actors give the best performances in a movie since “The Godfather.” No. it didn’t win for any of those reasons. IT WON BECAUSE IT’S A BLACK AND WHITE SILENT FILM!
Forget any technological advances that have been made in film for the last eight years. Talking, sound effects, digital effects. Forget it. Apparently, as it turns out, that was all wholly and entirely unnecessary.
And yet you have a movie like “The Descendants” which tells a story dealing with very difficult issues a family faces and has great performances, and manages to be both funny and heart wrenchingly sad, and has great cinematography because it’s set in Hawaii and we really get to see the beauty of the island. But the academy forget all of that when they saw “The Artist”-A BLACK AND WHITE SILENT FILM. It’s like people see this movie and they start to think “You know, this whole talkie thing that we’ve had for the last eighty years, we might need to reconsider that one.” And your favorite blogger, exasperated, can only think to herself WHAT THE HELL?
Now I’ve been thinking about this a little bit more and here’s one good thing I can say about this movie from the perspective of someone who has a disability that’s kind of going to contradict what I said but i need to say it anyway. This is an awesome movie for deaf people because the script is written on the screen like an old silent film, and since there’s hardly any dialogue in this movie you don’t need to be able to hear what the characters are saying to be able to understand what’s going on in the movie, So looking at this from that perspective as someone who has a disability, I think that’s one positive element of this movie because it makes us question how important dialogue is anyhow.
What I am realizing the more I think about “The Artist” is that my problem with this movie isn’t actually that it’s in black of white or that It’s silent. It’s that I didn’t find the plot of the movie to be that interesting, and because of that, it didn’t really matter that it was in black and white. The reason why the main lead male character cannot speak in the movies that’s he making in the movie is not relevant in 2012. The reality of the situation is, Hollywood is not going to go back to making the majority of it’s films without sound, so I guess I’m still left questioning how relevant this movie is to the times we live in? What does the movie say about the times we live in? I’m not really sure, and I think that’s why I was left having such negative thoughts after I saw it.
Just in case you’re still confused, no, I will not be buying “The Artist” when it comes out on DVD. I really didn’t care for it that much.
One for the books
The best book I read last year was “Cutting for Stone” by Abraham Varghee, which is the story of a doctors’ coming of age with his twin brother in Ethiopia after their mother, a nun, dies in childbirth, and their father, a priest, abandons them.
It’s pretty rare that I read book I fall head over heels in love with. I like a lot of books, but I feel like it takes a lot for me to “love” a book. I loved “Cutting For Stone.”
I’ve read several books so far this year, and although most of them have been good, few have bowled me ove, but one did, and that was “The Fault in Our Stars” by John Green. John Green has written several books for young adults, but this was the first one I had read by him.
“The Fault in Our Stars” tells the story of two teenagers, Hazel and Augustus, who both have cancer and meet each other in a support group for an cancer patients. They first form a friendship but their bond eventually turns to love, and that bond deepens when they get the chance to take a trip across the world to meet their mutual favorite author.
Yes, this is a book about teenagers battling cancer and all the challenges that come a long with that. Yet there is a whimsical tone about the book that makes the story engaging and uplifting. We grow to love the characters of Augustus and Hazel and we don’t mind spending time in their world even as we as readers “watch” them deal with their illnesses.
Yes, the end comes, and with it so does what we start to see as an inevitable tragedy, but that makes it no less heartbreaking. The triumph of this novel though, is that Green allows the reader to see that we can find happiness, as hard and painful as that may be, in a world without the person we love the most.
Athough “The Fault in Our Stars” is technically classified as “young adult” fiction, adults will find much to love as they are reminded of the joys, heartaches and whimsy of first love. So, If you still have a bookstore or a library near you that hasn’t succumb to the digital age, go out and get this book. If you don’t, go to your kindle, iPad or nook, look up “The Fault on our Stars” and download it. Why? Because your favorite blogger told you to.
Friday Fluffy one day late in the middle of the night-Valentines for inmate boyfriends and tell me what you really think….in your obituary.
This blog is under new management. Mwiesm, known as Molly, and formerly known as your favorite blogger, has been fired due to total lack of effort and complete failure to maintain her blog by putting up new blog entries on a regular basis. Who is going to keep reading this blog, or any blog when the blogger can’t even have it in her to write something new more then every few months? Except, Mwiesm is her own boss, so she will technically have to fire herself from writing her own blog, which she did. But then she got a good idea for a Friday Fluffy, so now she’s rehired…herself.
I don’t get people. I really don’t. Sometimes people do things and I can’t imagine what they were thinking when they did them.
Ahh! Valentine’s day. I know it’s over now, but I’d like to talk about it just for a minute. A holiday for lovers. A wonderful days for chocolates, and romantic dates, and cuddling with sweethearts. And when you were a kid, you got to make valentines for all of your friends at school and perhaps even give them candy. Maybe even your teacher let you work on Valentines day cards for your classmates during class. You got to decorate a bag that everyone put all your Valentine’s Cay cards in.
But let’s just say instead of making valentines day arcs of your classmates and friends your teacher had you make cards…for her boyfriend….who is in prison.
“A New York teacher is under fire after she forced her fifth-graders to make holiday cards for her incarcerated boyfriend — who’s been accused of possessing child porn and convicted on weapons charges.”
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/16/teacher-sent-cards-inmate_n_1282396.html
When I heard about this story I thought to myself, what do you think those kids wrote on the cards? “Happy Valentines Day Mr. Prisoner! It’s a bummer you have to spend you Valentines day in prison but our teacher had us make these cards for you! I hope you enjoy them as much as some things you might not be able to have in prison, like chocolate, your girlfriend, and child porn! Love, Johnny!”
I mean, I can’t even imagine what the teacher told her class. “We’re making cards for the less fortunate. We’re making cards for people who don’t have a home!” Because you know she didn’t say “Hey class! Lets make some Valentine’s Day Cards for my inmate boyfriend who’s in prison on child porn charges! Hey kids, doesn’t that sound like fun?” Now I could totally understand if a teacher had her class make Valentine’s Day card for kids in the cancer ward of a hospital or old folks in a nursing home, but her inmate boyfriend? Do I get that one? Nope, not so much.
Now, blog readers, I want to talk about an issue that’s very difficult for everyone…death. Sometimes people die suddenly, and their love ones are left behind to deal with what will be in the obituary of the dearly departed. But people sometimes also give forethought to what they want in their obituary, like this woman clearly did.
http://jezebel.com/5886803/obituaries-are-the-best-place-for-score+settling
Some people believe that when someone dies it’s better to leave nothing unsaid. You should tell the dying person that you love them or resolve any lingering issues. Now if you’re the one who’s considering what you want your loved ones to know when pass on, maybe the best time to be brutally honest isn’t in the obituary itself.
Screw lovely wonderful memories of their dearly departed. Now all “Ninfa’ and ‘Peter’ will have left of memories of their mother is bitterness and guilt.
Happy weekend everyone. Toodles!
Ok, wait blog readers. Don’t go yet. I know you’re thinking. You’re thinking….should I not check this page for another two months because I know you can’t kept your promise of updating this thing regularly? I mean, realistically, when should I check this page again, or should I just delete it from my bookmarks because I just don’t give a damn anymore since YOU HAVE NO CONSISTENCY OF WHEN YOU UPDATE THIS THING WHATSOEVER?
WEDNESDAY. CHECK BACK ON WEDNESDAY. THEN CHECK BACK AGAIN ON FRIDAY.
Toodles.
What was the deal with the past week?
Last Wednesday night I was at home watching “Modern Family,” when I came upstairs where I found my mom watching TV and she says to me “Did you see the video of the dad beating the girl who has Cerebral Palsy?”
“No, I hadn’t even heard about it,” I told her. So then I went on my ipad and found the story and video about this dad, who is by the way, a family court judge, beating his daughter who has cp when she was playing a game on her computer. I’m not sure what exactly provoked the beating but that’s totally besides the point, because of course IT’S NEVER OK TO BEAT A CHILD UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE.
But the fact that the guy in the video was a family court judge makes it worse because clearly if you think its ok to beat your family members, particularly your daughter who has physical challenges, there’s no way you should be deciding which parent in a custody case should receive custody of the kids, This judge could very well reward custody of kids to an abuser.
Then there was a story in The New York Times yesterday that a friend of mine posted a link to on facebook about abuses and ignorance’s at a home for the disabled in New York State, citing an example of a case where a quadraplegic was left to die in a bathtub:
Mr. Taylor, who was 41 and a quadriplegic, had little more ability than a newborn baby to lift his head. Bathing him required the constant attention of a staff member at the group home for the developmentally disabled where he lived, near Schenectady, N.Y.
One summer night in 2005, a worker lowered Mr. Taylor into the tub, turned on the water and left the room. Over the next 15 minutes, the water slowly rose over his head. He drowned before anyone returned.
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/06/nyregion/at-state-homes-simple-tasks-and-fatal-results.html?_r=2&pagewanted=1&hpw
First of all, all institutions for people with disabilities need to be closed. I hope that 10 or even five years or one year from now we’ll be able to say, “Isn’t it wonderful that all the institutions for people with disabilities are closed and that they’re no longer being abused and closed away from society?” Because regardless of what happens in those institutions, the fact that those facilities exist solely to house people with disabilities in and of themselves is discrimination. And of course there are countless cases of people in those institutions dying with causes, which can’t be explained, or being neglected and abused in various ways. The institutionalization of people with disabilities is really is no different from African Americans being told fifty years ago that they had to ride on the back of the bus or that they had to use different water fountains than whites.
Of course I know that it wasn’t just the past week. Stories like this are probably in the news all the time and I will guiltily admit that there are probably many times when I don’t notice them. But after I found out about the first one they just seemed to appear, and they became unavoidable to me. They were just there.
But people’s blatant disregard for people with disabilities and how they are treated is beyond cringe worthy. It’s infuriating and it makes me sick.
The mentality
Since all these news stories came out in the past week, what I’ve questioned most is the mentality of the perpetrators of abuse and ignorance towards those with disabilities, Now of course there are other groups who suffer discrimination, but the reason why I am writing specifically about people with disabilities in this entry is not only because I myself have a disability but because these news story relating to abuse of those with disabilities in varying forms came out so close together.
I just don’t understand why the abuse happens and why it goes unreported. If one worker abuses a patient and another worker notices an unexplained bruise on a patients body, why don’t they mention it to the higher up so they follow up on it, or does the complaint never get to the top of the chain of command because it’s disregarded for fear of damaging the institutions reputation? I suppose one answer would that perhaps the abusers feel like the disabled are worthless and helpless, and they feel powerful when they abuse, and they can getaway with it so they do it for the simple reason that the opportunity is there. But these people aren’t worthless, and they may need help, but they’re not helpless. So why ruin someone else’s life?
And because institutions do shamefully still exist, and because they are still a source of employment for some people, if you are a worker in an institution who is too stressed out by the work (which I know is very grueling and demanding, often low paying and perhaps not always rewarding.) to the point where you feel you angry be driven to abuse SOMEONE YOU’RE SUPPOSED T0 BE THERE TO HELP, FIND A DIFFERENT JOB. And I know finding a new job and looking for a job where they won’t be driven to abuse someone than in a job where you end up physically and emotionally breaking others down and damaging them when you’re supposed to caring for them and making sure there well as opposed to damaging their well being.
If you’re in a state that still has faculties for the disabled of is perhaps in the process of fazing them out. Find out about laws pertaining to state facilities in your state and if laws aren’t in place to protect residents of these places, write a congressman and encourage them to fix it. By putting laws in place to be better account for how people with disabilities in a residential setting. and you maybe wondering if you don’t have a disability or you don’t know anyone who does why you should care about the issue and the answer is this. Disability is something that can happen to anyone at any time. People with disabilities may often times be discriminated against, but disability itself does not discriminate, and of course you don’t want to be the one who ends up mistreated, so why not speak out for someone who might be?
For me what all these stories add up to is the fact that although laws have been put in place to protect people from discrimination in certain areas, people’s attitudes themselves have not changed enough. And that’s why there’s still a need for advocacy and organizations that promote the rights of then disabled.
The move
So, my parents and I moved into our new townhouse 11 days ago. The move and a few other things that happened have kept me super busy which is why I haven’t been blogging much in the recent weeks.
About the move, it was really really hard saying goodbye to the house we had lived in, the house I had grown up in. This was only house I ever remember living in. and although the house had an unfinished basement, needed many repairs and probably should have been remodeled, this didn’t make it any easier to leave in. So I walked through and took pictures of every room a few days before the move, and then basically felt like I had kind of had some for of clusure with in by the time I had to leave to go to work on the day we were moving. (My parents didn’t work and stayed behind to help the movers, and I worked a pretty long day that day.)
But after I was finished with work, I made the mistake of going back to the house with my brother to pick up our dogs who had been left there during the day while the movers made trips back and fourth between our old and new house. So my brother and I had to go back to the old house and get the dogs to bring them to our new house.
I made the mistake of going into the house with him that evening to get the dogs. The house was bare and completely empty, all our stuff having been moved to the new house. when I was in the old house with my brother I made the mistake of going back to my bedroom, where I started balling uncontrollably.
It was so hard to leave the house that day. Its hard for me to explain why. I mean it’s obvious why it was hard. I had so many memories there and I had no memory of living anywhere else. This was the place that I got to go back to some weekends when I was so homesick freshman year of college, or where I could go home to after long days of class during high school when I was constantly dealing with self esteem issues stemming from having a disability and dealing with being in special education.. It was the place we always spent the Holidays. So it was very hard to leave it.
I couldn’t stop crying from the time I left my room in the old house until my brother and I made the drive to the new house, and when I got to the hew house, a new neighbor had come over to meet my mom, and what’s the first thing the neighbor sees? This crazy crying basket case. I can’t imagine what the woman was thinking, athough I don’t think I’ve seen her much since, so maybe she thinks I’m crazy….hmmm……
Anyhow, it’s almost two weeks later and I can say I have adjusted nicely to the new townhouse. I really love living here. The unpacking has been a gradual process that still has not been completed yet. I do it little by little day by day, trying to only unpack the things I really need and know I am going to use, and leaving the rest in boxes,. It is a great house though and I do love living here so far.
Well, that’s all for tonight, but I will post an entry about a topic relating to special education tomorrow. Toodles!
I have stuff….and I have more stuff….no, seriously, more stuff?
I have stuff….and I have more stuff….no, seriously, more stuff?
I was a spoiled child. I am saying this up front because you’ll think I was anyhow by the time you’re done reading this, so hell, I thought I’d just say it up front and get it out there.
Today was a good day for me. I spent a few hours this morning out doing stuff with my sister and future brother in law, and then when I came home I found my dad and mom cleaning out my room in preparation for the big move in a few weeks. After they decided they wanted to take a break from cleaning, I looked around my room and examined everything. There’s boxes every where. There’s stuff in closets that we’re trying to clean up,. But the thing you don’t realize until you move and you’re forced to clean out your entire house is how much stuff you have.
Like, my mom was packing up all of my American Girl dolls. Well, most all of that stuff was packed up and put into boxes years ago after I was done playing with them. But after we had all the boxes for all the dolls out, guess what we found? Another box with one of the dolls and all her stuff in it. And then I found two trunks for the dolls that were used for their clothes in another closet after we thought we had all of the American Girl doll stuff together. With packing it’s like you think you’ve finished packing all of a certain thing, and then you realize you have more of it.
Anyhow, one thing about the packing today that made me happy is that I found a box of all of my old beanie babies in one of my closets. I thought I no longer had my babies, that I had gotten rid of them years ago. I was over at one of my friends houses a few months ago and for some reason we started talking about beanie babies, and she brought out an old box of hers, when I told her I didn’t even know where all of mine were, or if I still had them. But alas, today they have been discovered.
It’s like I’m going to need a whole separate room in the house aside from my bedroom to keep all of my extra stuff that’s not going to fit in my bedroom. My bedroom in my current house has these good closets, one which was pretty small and one which was a pretty good size, and they were both good for storage. (Maybe they were a little too good considering how much stuff I have now discovered was in them.) And even when I finally do move into my own apartment, I bet I’ll still leave a ton of stuff at the townhouse that I won’t need or that won’t fit In the apartment. Ugh, I really do have too much stuff, but of course then I know it’s not the worst problem in the world. Far, far, from it in fact.
Oh the joys of moving!
Friday Fluffy-Words you should never write
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ca-belmond/bad-words_b_962671.html
I’m sure you have your favorite websites you visit everyday. Some of mine include Facebook, The Huffington Post, and cnn.com. (Along with entertainment weekly, or www.ew.com, and eonline, as well as www.tvguide.com. I am not an entertainment junkie, I am not an entertainment junkie.) I also visit the book section of the New York Times Website every Sunday for new book reviews so I can take note of which new books I want to read that I won’t read because I won’t have time to read them.
Anyhow, for someone like me, who loves words and books and writing, the book page on the Huffington Post ranks up there with my favorite websites. So, I was just browsing around there a few minutes ago and there was an article about six words that writers should never use. The words are myriad, decidedly, fresh, edgy and hot. If you go to the link below you will see the justification the author of the article uses for why she believes these words should NEVER be used.
Ok, this is good writing advice I guess, to not use these words. I think I’ll write these words down on a piece of paper and tape them on my wall as a reminder to never use them while I am writing this blog, or a story, or anything else I might write.
Oh, by the way, in the coming weeks with all the upcoming big events in my life I believe I will be able to bring my blog readers a myriad of decidedly, fresh, edgy and hot blog entries. I understand why hot should never be used in writing as descriptive word unless it refers to something that is actually giving off heat (like “the coffee cup was hot” and oppsosed to “He saw a pretty girl walking down the street. Boy, she was hot.”) But I have to disagree on myriad because I just think its such a cool word. “He found a myriad of solutions to his problem.” or “Molly called the basement area consisting of the bedroom and living room in the new townhouse she and her parents were moving into her secret underground lair. In her mind she envisioned a myriad of ways she could decorate the space.) So, for anyone out there who is reading this who loves books, words, or writing, what words do you think writers should never use?
And to those of you out there who are reading this and thinking, “Wait, this was her first Friday Fluffy in a long time, and she didn’t even make it funny? What the….?” All I can say is, I agree with you. But I saw the words you should never write article and it piqued my interest. I hope that’s ok with everyone.
I’ll definitely try to make the next Friday Fluffy funny. I will explore a myriad of ways to make that happen.
Toodles.
Embrace the crazy
The fact that I’m moving gives this song which I’ve liked for awhile a lot more meaning.
I don’t always write about stuff that happens to me on this blog, I have written about my experiences with Cerebral Palsy, but it’s never been and was never meant to be a what did I do today blog. Or even a blog to document the significant events of my life. But this entry is going to be the exception, and as I think you’ll see in the coming weeks, not the only one.
The only thing I can imagine that would be better than moving back home after college would be to move back home after college and live in my parents basement. (Sarcasm is intended in that last statement.) So, for the past two years since I graduated from college, I have been living with my parents. But, if all goes well, in a few weeks my parents and I will be downsizing from a big house to a smaller town house. It was a huge surprise to us when out of the blue one day my dad got a call from a realtor saying that someone was interested in buying our lot, when we had put neither our house nor are lot on the market, nor had we been planning to. Anyhow, to make a long story short, we started to go through negotiations pertaining to selling the lot, and then we had to find a new place to live, which we did. We’re moving to a townhouse smaller than the house we had been living in. That is the plan at least for now. Life happens and plans change, but at this point it’s full steam ahead.
I at first had a very hard time adjusting to the idea of moving. I never saw myself moving anywhere else before I were to hypothetically move into my first apartment on my own. I have lived in the house we are at now since I was a year old. I have no memory of ever living anywhere else. I love my house not so much because of the house but the fact that it always felt like home. So the idea of moving? HATED HATED HATED IT.….at least intially.
When I saw the new townhouse which was super nice I realized I had been missing out on some things having spent almost my entire life in the same house which was built in like the 1920s, like a garage and a finished basement. And well….I told my parents to do whatever they could to get me into that townhouse as soon as possible. The townhouse is nice folks, and it’s new. It was built within the last ten years.
Ever since I graduated from college, I’ve been anxious to kind of get on with my life, decide what I wanted to do for a career, and of course, move out, and be on my own and independent for the first time. And the good thing is since I do have a job right now I can save money. I like my job. I do. I sometimes think that maybe I want to have a job where I am doing something pertaining to people with disabilities which I don’t yet, but that can come later.
Although I am being long winded, let me get to my point. Many things have happened for me in the past few months. My mind has kind of been too full to put things down on paper or come up with new blog entries. But after the move is over, I am going to sit down and really devote myself to writing again. And I guess I find it interesting to write about the move itself, such as about how I can’t believe how much stuff I have, and how long its taken me to pack, or memories of the time I spent in the house I live in now. I really think there would be a lot to say for anyone leaving their childhood home because of course there’s a always an attachment and probably at least a little sentimentality (for me it’s quite a bit of sentimentality) about the place you grow up, which I did, in the house that we’re about to leave.
I can say for sure with the move, and an upcoming family wedding, and a seriously ill family member that my life right now is pretty crazy. But what I think I am coming to grips with is that. Sometimes the crazy is just there, and if there’s nothing you can do to change it, you mine as well just embrace it.
