And Washed It Away Down the Kitchen Sink

Why yes, it’s been a lil’ bit of time since I’ve written.  It’s nearing the end of the semester and I’ve been busy.  Having no computer at home in the Locust House (where I currently live) complicates things as well.  Also, I’ve been writing quite a lot more by hand.  So yes, it’s been awhile, I suppose.

At the moment I am at my mother and stepfather’s house (I will be referring to it as ”the Canterbury House“), getting ready for sleep.  This weekend I will be going on a few job interviews in town here and also I will be helping Craig clean out the spare bedroom here so I can move in over the holidays (leaving my lovely Denton behind).  Why yes, I decided to take my Mom’s offer and plans are now in motion to get a car mid-to-late January.  In the meantime I will be living here, at Canterbury House in Flo-Mo, saving up my money while benefitting from free wi-fi and minimal rent/bill costs.  But only for a few months.

Currently I am typing on an old Vaio my grandfather gave to my brother.  It is cranky and hellishly sluggish (and so, yeah, no gifs for this entry here), but I guess it’s better than nothing.  I suppose my brother and I will be sharing access to this old device over the holidays.  Additionally I have my iPod to play with, and books and language homework besides. Hell, maybe I’ll even get an invitation/ride to tomorrow night’s Kohl’s Fakkers Christmas party.  Who knows?

I have a few other things I intended to write about, but I don’t really feel like it at the moment.  Tomorrow, perhaps?  I have an interview at 9AM tomorrow (this, technically) morning and I probably should attempt SOME sleep first.  So, farewell and goodnight!

A Family of Trees Falling…

There is really no way to tell this story, to do it justice.  There’s really no way to be poetic about it, and a short story written on the subject would easily turn into a novel the size of War and Peace.

I am talking about my family.

I wish I could convey to you, in a beautiful, poetic and subtle manner, all that is going on with my family right now. I wish I could communicate all of the complexities involved, over the years and throughout many generations, all the many issues and ailments and small triumphs and defeats.

But I can’t.  I don’t have the time, the patience, the skill, the wisdom, nor the ambition right now to tell you everything.  But oh, I wish I could tell you everything.

I wish there was someone out there that would want to listen to this story, too, to hear it and know it, and know me.  To handle me crying and talking incoherently… and just, know…

Still, I have to say something.

So here, in no particular order and sans sense,  is a cloud of words and feelings and actions and ideas about the subject:

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