July 15, 2011 10:20 pm
As I sit hear a warm July night…just right, in the house on Shimmer Road where little heads have gone to bed with bellies full of vanilla ice cream and blackberries the size of abnormally large bee’s; a summer time necessity.
I am currently content, at peace and have a wonderful feeling of love and compassion…today is my dad’s birthday after all J
Unfortunately the majority of my day prior to this moment has been a lot of nonsense. Discontent, grumpy, sad, dazed and confused. After a night of magical festivities that ran until 2:30 in the morning, my day suffered from a Harry Potter Hangover from the start…absolutely nothing got done that I had planed on getting done…and I was left today feeling behind on so much: love, life, love life…all very “touchy” subjects.
As I sit hear in this beautiful home, where chickens, and true Wyoming views abide, with the rolling hills of sage that offset the red rock and Wind River peaks. I am left a fool, a fool whose minor issues of the day now seem like silly, sleep deprived, and hiccups.
Today provided its self as a sequence of events that have cycled through over the last two weeks. Over these last few weeks I have found it immensely difficult to re-center and focus. With my grandfathers stroke, my fathers 8 week check up and the water and oil divide I find my self unsoundly creating between my friends and my family…no wonder I’m grumpy…pre college jitters and LVHS stale mates I realize that I am not alone…quite normal actually…it just seems like everything tends to get amplified when given just the right opportunity…the perfect storm.
The storm has settled…Voldimort was slain and my father celebrated another year of life toped with chocolate cake, a light up grilling apron (and yes the batteries are not included), the best of intelligentsia, with complements of a kiss. I love you dad.
