May 22nd, 2013, at 4:58 am 
I volunteered with a group from work to help chaperone a high school graduation night event last night. I didn’t plan on staying long, but it’s 3 AM as I write this. Whoops.
|
I think we can safely start focusing on the development of Buxton, Sano, Gibson and the like. My friend Andrew, who was given a very grim diagnosis last week, has woken up. He’s very forgetful so far (and extremely hungry) but otherwise seems to be himself. Win one for the good guys. Last night the girls had their school program. It really doesn’t feel like more than a few weeks since the last one. My Friday is a long opening shift followed by the end-of-the-year school program, and my Saturday is a three-hour morning meeting, a short break and a long closing shift. Weekends are dumb. Sleep sounds like a good coffee substitute right now. Sick kids all week. This is normally where I reference more lyrics from The Who’s “5:15,” but it feels like I just did that, so now all I can think about is how brutally quick this school year went and how my kids are going to be grown up and gone soon. Sigh. Yesterday was another rough emotional day in a pretty sucky May, but a day late I want to recognize all the mothers in the nation. Okay, there’s only one, so Pepper, consider yourself recognized! Last night I learned that a friend from Best Buy in Apple Valley woke up unresponsive yesterday and is fighting for his life at the U of M. He’s maybe 24 or 25, and is universally loved. Ugh. this is to remind everyone to make sure that all their mother’s day plans are in order. or it serves just to remind you that tomorrow is mother’s day if that’s the stage of planning you’re in. Yesterday I got checked out because I thought I might be having a thing with my heart. I woke up with crushing chest pains and I didn’t want to be one of the many folks I’ve heard about who died despite being given clear signals. I’m fine, but I imagine things only get scarier with [...] On days like yesterday, I wish I was on commission…though commission-based sales are part of what killed so much of the competition, I suppose. It’s consistently over 95-100 here now, and we’re just not rich enough to keep it as cool as I’d like. Well, maybe I’ll sweat off those pounds I’ve gained by getting lazy and eating fast food. The local radio folk are asking – nay, begging – me to see Fleetwood Mac and The Eagles. I almost want to do it just to make them shut up. Almost. Twins win, Wild win, Chelsea beats Man U, Pacers beat Knicks. Viva la Cinco de Mayo! Here’s a hearty thanks to you for your support yesterday. I’m…not okay, really, but I’ll get there. Nayasha was far too young to die and I’m not sure I’ve made sense of this yet, but being able to come here is a helpful thing after having to spend all night [...] A couple of months ago, my good friend from work, Nayasha, moved back home to New York. She died yesterday. I don’t know why yet, but she’s gone. I’ve lost a lot of young people in my workplaces over the years, but this one stings. I worked near her and no one else for about [...] If I’m going to try to sleep, why does Netflix have to have Battle Royale sitting there, just begging me to see it again despite its clear flaws? Oh well. |
|
|
Copyright © 2013 The WGOM - All Rights Reserved Powered by WordPress & Atahualpa 23 queries. 0.313 seconds. |
|
Recent Letters to the Editor