it's a convoluted mess
December. On one hand…HOW. On the other…it feels like it has been thirty years since January and we’re only in the first year of this fucking administration for the love of fucking Christ. It might not be the last day of the month, but it is the last half-baked lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats of the year. I have struggled so hard with writing anything in any form the last…who the fuck knows how… Keep reading…It’s been so long…
November. It snowed. Twice. It’s also sub-freezing and it’s supposed to stay that way for the foreseeable forecast. Things will not be melting anytime soon. Winter did not waste any time getting here. We went to see Distant Worlds: music from FINAL FANTASY. Orchestra plays video game music. This kind of thing rarely seems to come to Minnesota (or we just don’t hear about it), so when we saw they were coming to the Orpheum,… Keep reading…Find light again…
Three. Years. Three years since a phone call at 8:02 in the morning shattered life as I knew it. Three years since Joe died. In some ways it feels like it was just a couple of months ago. In other ways it feels like a lifetime. Society at large likes to try to dictate how you’re supposed to grieve. How you behave, when you make a public display, and when you should stop because you’re… Keep reading…Three Years.
I’ll continue to be my worst enemy… October. Something, something, the end of the month. One day recently we were in the car, and I was singing along to Fall Out Boy, like I do, and in the middle of Hold Me Like a Grudge, Bob asked, “How long did it take you to learn this song*?” Because, in true Patrick Stump fashion, it is a mouthful. That man is incredibly difficult to keep up… Keep reading…Maxed out like a credit card…
September. Par for the course lately, the end of September. People are celebrating the arrival of fall and I’m sitting here in my air conditioned house looking at another week of eighty-some humid degrees, spitting expletives and rude gestures. FNEH. Bob’s brother, Tommy, is getting married this weekend. Bob is one of the groomsmen so we are involved and we are both already exhausted from the introverts-out-of-their-cave of it all. Every time I look at… Keep reading…Just the other night…
If our marriage was a person, it would be old enough to drive. Which means in November, our relationship will be old enough to vote. When everything feels like it’s spiraling far beyond my control, he brings me back to myself, and keeps that last thread of sanity firmly intact. I took this picture when it was just the two of us wandering around the garden before everyone else arrived for our wedding ceremony. Studying… Keep reading…Sixteen…