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I've still not outlasted my personal dislike for blogging, so this will be relatively undetailed and poorly written. Sound like a fun read? Yeah. I totally know. Ugh. Okay. I've not yet addressed something that will likely seem like a big deal: being reunited with my estranged father after 16+ years. I'm not going to say much about that, except that it seems a rather minor part of my life right now, yet a gigantic secret ... which I brought on my damn self. Go me. :) Anyway, he and his wife have been calling and emailing a bit. ...and I'm feeling a slight sense of guilt for even having opened that box. My great-grandma in the hometown is suffering from Alzheimer's Disease and driving folks in the homeland mad. I love her dearly, though she's kind of a mean lady. :) She has been frustrating the rest of us for years with her overt musical brilliance, excessive pride, and self-righteous attitudes (all of which I'll likely be sad to see go). Nearly all of the actions she's taken in her lifetime have been enacted with the motive of teaching someone else a much needed lesson. That can be rather annoying from the outside, but it seems she has always set out with noble intentions. Actually, I've long felt rather sorry for her.... as well as for those of us who've had to put up with her. :) The fact is, like the rest of us, she isn't in control of what her brain's thinking... and she's never really been happy, always dissatisfied. I love my Gatsie... and I love my mama. ...and this whole ordeal has taken its toll on both of them. ... so today I did the only thing I really felt I could: I mailed each of them a postcard. :) Weak. :) What's causing the largest head/chest/face-ache right now is my university's Financial Aid office. Just when I thought things had worked out, I received yet another "you're so screwed" email. So... I phoned Mom and spent a half hour sobbing into the phone, being reassured that everything would be okay. Mom was in an unusually cheerful mood. It seems her consistently high blood pressure has been hangin' out around 120/50 since Gatsie was placed in a nursing home on Thursday. Also, according to the mama, Gatsie has been in good spirits, cracking lots of jokes (enough, in fact, to "go on Johnny Carson") and generally being a pleasure to be with. :) It's about damn time! :) Okay. It seems there was more ugh to report, but I've now cheered myself up by thinking about a dream I had last night. Care to hear it? Screw you! I'm tellin' anyway! I dreamt I was seeing some nameless blues lady at Emens Auditorium in Muncie. Insignificant Part: For some reason, Billy Ray Cyrus was hanging out in the audience ... and the past. Like... I was looking at Emens in 1992 or something. ...and as Billy shook hands with adoring fans, a news reporter spoke of Billy Ray-mania. The weird part? This reporter seemed to be under the impression that Billy Ray Cyrus was a woman, and thus, she couldn't understand how s/he had become so popular. ...but she did note that Billy Ray would make an attractive man. :) Significant Part (i.e. part I seem more focused on, which will likely only amuse Mom and myself): I couldn't locate my proper seat, as I couldn't see well in the dark (2004) auditorium. I ended up sitting several rows back on the far left, leaving one seat between myself and the end of the row. A very well-dressed, big city sleek-looking woman then sat between me and the end of the row. The songstress appeared on stage, looking very... big city sleek as well. :) ...and then she broke out into (not damn kidding) "Detroit City". :D I'm not sure how many of you know that particular song. It isn't so obscure. Just old. It's one of the country classics Mom and I like to belt out in the car and contains that line I'm so inexplicably fond of: "by day I make the cars; by night I make the bars!" Damn, I was pleasantly surprised to hear a blues rendition of that! So pleasantly surprised, in fact, that I began to enthusiastically but quietly sing along. I noticed that the woman seated next to me was doing the same...rather unattractively. At the end of the song, the woman leaned toward me and spoke the following words: "You know, that was in *can't remember*. You were really off". Um... thanks, Lady. :) ...and I was bothered by the idea that I could perhaps be so oblivious as not to have noticed that myself... and I began doubting my perception of everything (which, by the way, isn't a new thing for me). Oh... and the following cheered me up slightly as well... A Weeping Willow/Jame-woman says: I love you. Scandinavian Skank/me-woman says: Um. Scandinavian Skank says: I love you more. A Weeping Willow says: Not possible. Scandinavian Skank says: Oh. Strike that then. Jamie's so cool! ... still loving me when my brain is dead and all! :D Post a comment in response: |
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