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[18 Mar 2006|08:03am] |
Duct Taping the Teachers
St. Patrick's Day Posing
The last 15 minutes have been an emotional rollercoaster. Before I hop in the shower, I check my email. "GREAT NEWS from University of Richmond! A priority mail package is rushing your way right now. Please contact us if you do not recieve it before the 27th...." That SOUNDS like an acceptance packet. Hurrah.
Then shower, which would be the middle zone of emotions because I sort of zone out in the shower.
After I turn off the water, mom taps on the bathroom door. "Last night, Grandpa Ivory died. You and Mary can't go to the funeral, I'm sure. Neither can Will. Can you pitch hit for driving and come home to let the dogs out around lunch time? Okay. Good."
During A Hot Time in the Old Town, my grandmother from my mom's side of the family. I missed two practices during purgatory week. It would be the same thing for this. I honestly could have gone up north for the wake and funeral, but mom handed me an out. We've never been close or kind with our Ivory side of the family. I'm not sure I'd want to see Grandpa as he looked after dying for several years. I'll just remember him as a jolly old alcoholic, not an old man dying of heart disease, diabetes, liver disease, and who knows what.
Besides, I'm not sure that Gail would believe me if i said I lost another grandparent right before show.
Now I've got to arrange to visit the University of Richmond. I think. I wish they had just said CONGRATZI in the email. They're such a tease!
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