I'm at a loss, friend. I'm unsure what to write, but I know that the words will soon come.
Until then, sleep well, my friend.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
i can do better than that
Well, it has been a busy time. Sorry that I haven't written in a while - I've discovered that when I maintain consistent personal contact with people, I don't feel the need to write. Inversely, when I'm feeling antisocial, I write endlessly. So many things to write on - I've made a list and I'll work through them... you need to know!
Yesterday night, I took a trip to one of the larger towns here to help a good friend of mine move this morning. He wanted to get an early start with the move (which fits great with him... me... not so much, haha). Things turned out ok, though - I got up earlier than usual, we started with the move at about 9. By 10, we were all packed up. By 11, we were all unpacked - my friend had another guy along to help. Between the three of us, the move turned out to be relatively easy. The day was beautiful - perfect for moving. The wind blew a bit, the sun shined, the temperature stayed comfortably low. After the move, we went out for lunch... more on that in another post. Not much else to that tale... it was nice, though. Great to be able to help my friend when he needed it.
Later on in the day, I stopped by a walmart to nab some shoelaces for a pair of boots that I'd recently acquired at a garage sale (more on these later as well). As I was leaving, I saw a family go in - a mother and her four, relatively young kids. The oldest (about 9, I would guess), was pushing a cart with a nice assortment of soda and mostly beer containers that layered the bottom of the cart. I didn't know what to think of that... maybe that's what kids are for: to help pick up their parent's mistakes.... or, to be more fair, to help return cans. I really have no right to judge them... it just seemed like a telling example of the society that I live in. I'm not even sure what to make of it.
Later on in the day, I went to my village's festival which happened to be this weekend. I see it as my annual reminder of why I was so excited on graduation day to be getting out of this place. I stopped to talk to several people I went to high school with on my way into town. One of them (who already has a kid) said that everyone we went to high school with had either gotten a really short haircut (like me), gotten fat, or gotten pregnant. Or, a combination of the above. Sad, how true it is. People I didn't think even had the social guts to even find a guy to knock them up were wandering the streets with the preggo stomach. Makes me want to do something about it... I just don't know what. I have a few projects I'm working on, but nothing to solve the root of the problems.
The festival was interesting, though - the vendors at the art show were really something. I wish I had some cash to help support them. Oh, and I saw an elephant. Heck yes.
After a long day, I returned home and had a decent evening... too many people though, haha.
On an unrelated note, I have something to say to you, my friend. If you are reading this, that means that I trust you enough to share this place with you. That being said, I have a disclaimer of a sort - I really like to be asked. Whatever you want to know, ask me. I'm an open book but you have to turn the pages now and then. Every now and then, I'll open to a page (such as this paragraph), but most of the time I won't talk about something until you show interest in that topic. Don't worry about asking me multiple times, I'll let you know if the pages are getting tired of your fingertips. If I don't think a page is appropriate for the situation that we're in (don't want to show the graphic pages to the poor, innocent, bystanding children), then I'll ask you to revisit a page later. Feel free to do so when the situation has changed, if I don't say a specific time. You're not pressing me, I'll let you know when that happens. I love you... you wouldn't be here if I didn't.
Really. I love you - get used to it.
Sleep well, my friend.
Yesterday night, I took a trip to one of the larger towns here to help a good friend of mine move this morning. He wanted to get an early start with the move (which fits great with him... me... not so much, haha). Things turned out ok, though - I got up earlier than usual, we started with the move at about 9. By 10, we were all packed up. By 11, we were all unpacked - my friend had another guy along to help. Between the three of us, the move turned out to be relatively easy. The day was beautiful - perfect for moving. The wind blew a bit, the sun shined, the temperature stayed comfortably low. After the move, we went out for lunch... more on that in another post. Not much else to that tale... it was nice, though. Great to be able to help my friend when he needed it.
Later on in the day, I stopped by a walmart to nab some shoelaces for a pair of boots that I'd recently acquired at a garage sale (more on these later as well). As I was leaving, I saw a family go in - a mother and her four, relatively young kids. The oldest (about 9, I would guess), was pushing a cart with a nice assortment of soda and mostly beer containers that layered the bottom of the cart. I didn't know what to think of that... maybe that's what kids are for: to help pick up their parent's mistakes.... or, to be more fair, to help return cans. I really have no right to judge them... it just seemed like a telling example of the society that I live in. I'm not even sure what to make of it.
Later on in the day, I went to my village's festival which happened to be this weekend. I see it as my annual reminder of why I was so excited on graduation day to be getting out of this place. I stopped to talk to several people I went to high school with on my way into town. One of them (who already has a kid) said that everyone we went to high school with had either gotten a really short haircut (like me), gotten fat, or gotten pregnant. Or, a combination of the above. Sad, how true it is. People I didn't think even had the social guts to even find a guy to knock them up were wandering the streets with the preggo stomach. Makes me want to do something about it... I just don't know what. I have a few projects I'm working on, but nothing to solve the root of the problems.
The festival was interesting, though - the vendors at the art show were really something. I wish I had some cash to help support them. Oh, and I saw an elephant. Heck yes.
After a long day, I returned home and had a decent evening... too many people though, haha.
On an unrelated note, I have something to say to you, my friend. If you are reading this, that means that I trust you enough to share this place with you. That being said, I have a disclaimer of a sort - I really like to be asked. Whatever you want to know, ask me. I'm an open book but you have to turn the pages now and then. Every now and then, I'll open to a page (such as this paragraph), but most of the time I won't talk about something until you show interest in that topic. Don't worry about asking me multiple times, I'll let you know if the pages are getting tired of your fingertips. If I don't think a page is appropriate for the situation that we're in (don't want to show the graphic pages to the poor, innocent, bystanding children), then I'll ask you to revisit a page later. Feel free to do so when the situation has changed, if I don't say a specific time. You're not pressing me, I'll let you know when that happens. I love you... you wouldn't be here if I didn't.
Really. I love you - get used to it.
Sleep well, my friend.
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