my mother's friend (aleta's) brother passed away recently and i am so proud to have a women so selfless that has provided meals and support for the grieving family.
exceptionally short fuse for hypocrisy and false superiority.
still in denial-shock (?WTF) about holladay(s)
i spoke with my four year old brother aidan about the logistics of death
aidan: what are all those flies doing?
anthony:well they are helping the possum--i think that's a possum--turn back into dirt
aidan: why?
anthony: because he died
aidan: did the possum go to be with god?
anthony: yeah, buddy--the possum went to go be with god
(all animals go to be with god, even when the beta fish went down the toilet, the sewer system flushed out and that fish flopped into the hands of jehovah jireh and if you ever tell my little brother anything different i will cut you)
aidan: i don't want to die. i don't want the flies to turn me back into dirt.
anthony: little dude, you aren't going to die for a really long time and a lot of very cool and wonderful things are going to happen to you between then. don't worry, when you die, you'll go to be with god and you won't need your body anymore so it will become a part of everything.
aidan: okay (goes off to play on the tire swing, he looks worried)
i remember spinning until i was dizzy and wondering if the world outside the window was spinning, if it was only in the windows, or if it was only behind my eyes...
okay holden caulfield...
reading shakespeare for the summer
as you like it--fantastic, definitely my new favorite
the tempest--fantastical, but loose, not his best work
taming of the shrew--hysterical
twelfth night--flat, dull and muted "some are born great..." adage
much ado about nothing--very satisfying, full and intricate
trying to remember that berea is no heaven and to take advantage of the time with my family as i have them now, but it will feel soooooooo good to come home (just wrote that unintentionally for real) to berea, i miss my beautiful friends.
reflections on bardstown:
serious wigger community
mohawks are not cute
in wal-mart parking lot the other day andrew commented: if you turn your head sideways you can change direction in a boat. laughed my ass off.
so proud of the man he is becoming.
way way way cooler than anything i expected.
mom's made a geode a symbol of external unremarkable-ness and internal struggle , growth that produces beauty
i'm pretty sure this "naked" pomegranate juice has fermented
life is beautiful as always
if you read this, know that i love you
