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| BackAfter the craziest, funnest weekend I've had in quite some time.
Traveled and traveled and traveled, including being in five states on Friday.
Saw my beautiful Goodside and Godson married.
Almost put my brother into shock and just about had a heart attack myself when I saw how much he'd grown in the last six months, physically and otherwise.
Spent a lazy day on the lake with most of my family.
Gonna miss some people but it was good, very good.
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| The Life List (of things you want to but don't think you'll probably do when you put it on the list)a few things I've gotten to do that were on my list:
- visit Rhode Island, NYC and Washington, DC
- work in the big city
- ride a subway
- be a nanny
- watch maple syrup boiled down
- live in another state
- shake the president's hand
- teach someone English
- buy a nice looking first car with my own money
- have a lot of friends
- be a reporter for a news daily
- live on my own before the age of 21
- run away from home
a few more on my list:
- pick up hitchhikers
- live in another country
- go serious backpacking
- be asked out
- cover national politics
- learn to sail
- marry
- be a doctor or nurse in a poor country
- own a lot of land and a small, cute house
- know Spanish or Arabic fluently
- milk a cow
- adopt a lot of kids or run a foster home or orphanage
- run a local newspaper
- live in Mexico or South America
- carry a gun
- teach an adult to read
- find out what happened to my biological grandfather
- go camping in Alaska and Yellowstone
- own lots of animals and strays
- elope
- save somebody's life
- own cowboy boots
- tour Africa with a native
- be a police officer
- paint a room a light yellowy-orange
- live with a Mongolian family
- go canoeing in a Louisiana swamp
- see both oceans
- grow a successful garden
- give directions to tourists in Jerusalem
- own a motorcycle
- go hunting
- inspire a child to learn
- be kidnapped by guerillas
- see the pope
- be someone's hero
What's on your list?
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| If you can't be a gentleman, at least be a man...Now I'm not the type of person to dress down a complete stranger but I almost did yesterday. I wish I had had the guts.
There was a man at the store yelling at his wife to hurry up from the doorway of the fitting rooms. Soon her kids ran in and told her to hurry up, they wanted to go home. There was no typical childlike whine and supplication you'd hear from most bratty or tired children. Just pushy, demanding, accusing.
The woman gave only a meek, if annoyed, "I'm coming."
A couple of minutes later, I heard the man tell her in his harsh, loud voice that he was leaving in three minutes with or without her, as if she were a disobedient child.
And I felt rage like I rarely feel, holding back the multitude of sharp words flying through my mind.
Ain't no mother and wife should ever have to take that kind of public abuse. I don't care if the family had been shopping all day.
I still half wish I had made some smart, stinging, embarrassing remark in passing.
Fine that men don't give seats to standing women in heels (even on two-hour ride bus rides, apparently) any more. Fine men don't open car doors for women or carries their bags or do any of that preferential treatment men have traditionally provided women.
But, doggone, treat your mothers with the minimal respect you'd give any other adult in the store. Cause next time you don't, I'm gonna light in to you right there instead of pretending the world's alright
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| Said goodbye to my little boy last night...I'll miss his die-hard energy, begging to be tickled, spitting in that adorable two-year-old way, and crazy maniacal laugh at life. (Can't say same about the screaming, though) And I'll miss my late night Hill stories from his mommy.
It's campout time in a deserted and barren house for the next month between dogsitting jobs in the unairconditioned country. Unlike most of y'all, I'm looking forward to it. Dunno where I'm headed after that but I'm making progress on figuring that out. Should be interesting any way it falls.
Summer fun is winding down and I've (finally) been doing my best to find something to do this fall. Nothing spectacular at the moment but there's hope for something decent. I'll shoot for spectacular this spring but if this was it, I'll be content. Life is looking fun, almost any fork I look down.
Can't wait until the wedding and Texas next weekend. Just gotta get through my internship and Spanish crunch week since I've been a slacker because of all the babysitting and job hunting. Seeing my beautiful Goodside and the look on my Bubba's face will make up for the stress and lack of sleep this week, though.
God has really blessed me. I've really been realizing that this summer. I can want some things a lot (and I only do sometimes anymore) but I've got so much right now, stuff I didn't earn. Dang, I'm sitting in DC having a blast and knowing I'm supporting myself this summer. I'm always bumping into friends and hanging out is just a matter of my schedule. I'm learning tons. There's more work than I can handle and it's stuff I love doing. I've even got hope of doing almost anything I want if I work hard enough and play it smart. Life is good and fun.
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| I miss people. I realized I haven't thought about school things or old routines much lately but suddenly I have the time to miss people (and my lakes and wildflowers). The old friends and church folks I've barely seen or haven't seen in years, the new people I see every break, my former workmates, my school buddies, my family.
I absolutely love my life right now: the strange work hours, fifty gazillion jobs coming out my ears, and life in all it's oddness. Nights all by myself in the country with two huge dogs and no air conditioner, traipsing with the dawn into DC by bus with my suit, heels and notebook to hobnob with with journalist and government people, taking my little two-year-old for lazy afternoon walks through these beautiful classic American neighborhoods and being mistaken for a young mother, becoming an expert on everything I did and didn't want to know about education reform in America, making airport runs and giving driving lessons, going to services in my beautiful little Episcopal church, always bumping into people I know anywhere I go, realizing I can actually survive in life and maybe even do things I've only dreamed of....
But I keep thinking about people and the things we used to do together and wondering about them, how they are, what's new, what are they doing. wishing I could see them one more time, and wondering if I ever will have a good conversation with them again.
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