Curse of the baptist-raised first born: Ye shall feel obligated without ceasing.
Yesterday, Dad called from outside a catholic funeral home on a drizzly Brooklyn intersection. That was what he called to tell me - where he was standing and how appropriate it seemed. More and more, I recognize that I am my father's daughter.The clouds are really doing a number on us this year. 300 Days of Sunshine in the Rockies is sounding better and better. Just as the amount of hits on the "How to Move to Canada" page doubled the day after Election Day in 2004, so will the number of inquiries on the "So You're Moving to Colorado" page after this summer has run its northwestern course.
A friend from college called yesterday. We lead completely different lives now than we did when we were eighteen and were primarily concerned with tattoos and going to shows. Talking to familiar voices about unfamiliar experiences.
posted by jessica @ 12:47 PM
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I know! What is going on with this summer?? I kept my complaints to a minimum during the winter, so I should be rewarded with sunshine.
This morning, Matt said that maybe God is teaching us to be thankful for each day, no matter the weather. So I hit him, and then I asked God if that was true. I haven't heard back.
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