Chocolate and Strawberry Short Cake
Background Noise: A cable channel i don't get in California
Last Visited:Don't say "goodbye"; say "i'll see you later"
Random Thought: home may be a sight for sore eyes, but the local news is not.
Mood: exhaustion rapidly overwhelming joy
My Grandma made me chocolate cake and gave me a heart-shaped-hot-pink-velvety-Strawberry-Shortcake pillow. The cake was excellent; and the pillow, instead of being strange and more than a bit odd, is soft and wonderful.
Has Michigan always been this beautiful? I might as well be Dorothy steping out of Kansas into Munchkinland - everything is in technicolor, with pitch perfect lenses. The trees are perfect, the grass is perfect, the houses are more interesting, the new construction is worth exploring, the drivers are sane (even when they're insane), the roads beg to be driven, and I... wish i had more than a week for my vacation. I don't think i understood how much i've missed and how much at home i feel here.
I know i'm carving out a life for myself away from michigan and all it means... but, oh my, it feels so wonderful to be back.
As my plane was descending we flew over my high school and a few friend's houses. I almost cried there and then, next to the uptight business power-couple who were having fits not being able to use their cell phones. [Though, i do have to mention that i converted the Wife into a Wired reader; i can't tell you how amusing it is to watch a relatively intelligent person read that magazine for the first time. Talk about Priceless.]
Forgive me, my Vodka Tonic is running away with me again. It's really not my drink, it's my parents... but it'll do.
My Grandparents have the most amazing picture of my cousin Mike(burried at sea today) in their dining room. He's balanced against a table or desk in a series of white rooms; uneven dirty blonde hair, beard, a polo shirt and jeans, cradling a violin as if it were a child. I need a copy of that picture - it's how i'd rather remember my cousin.
Before i leave, i thought i'd mention that it appears as if i have Thanksgiving week off work. I want that to be true so badly i can taste it. Cross your fingers for me.
Oh, one more thing: I have my old bedroom back; i don't think i'll give it up again without a fight. After all, it does have a TV now ;)
Expression:
Last Visited:Don't say "goodbye"; say "i'll see you later"
Random Thought: home may be a sight for sore eyes, but the local news is not.
Mood: exhaustion rapidly overwhelming joy
My Grandma made me chocolate cake and gave me a heart-shaped-hot-pink-velvety-Strawberry-Shortcake pillow. The cake was excellent; and the pillow, instead of being strange and more than a bit odd, is soft and wonderful.
Has Michigan always been this beautiful? I might as well be Dorothy steping out of Kansas into Munchkinland - everything is in technicolor, with pitch perfect lenses. The trees are perfect, the grass is perfect, the houses are more interesting, the new construction is worth exploring, the drivers are sane (even when they're insane), the roads beg to be driven, and I... wish i had more than a week for my vacation. I don't think i understood how much i've missed and how much at home i feel here.
I know i'm carving out a life for myself away from michigan and all it means... but, oh my, it feels so wonderful to be back.
As my plane was descending we flew over my high school and a few friend's houses. I almost cried there and then, next to the uptight business power-couple who were having fits not being able to use their cell phones. [Though, i do have to mention that i converted the Wife into a Wired reader; i can't tell you how amusing it is to watch a relatively intelligent person read that magazine for the first time. Talk about Priceless.]
Forgive me, my Vodka Tonic is running away with me again. It's really not my drink, it's my parents... but it'll do.
My Grandparents have the most amazing picture of my cousin Mike(burried at sea today) in their dining room. He's balanced against a table or desk in a series of white rooms; uneven dirty blonde hair, beard, a polo shirt and jeans, cradling a violin as if it were a child. I need a copy of that picture - it's how i'd rather remember my cousin.
Before i leave, i thought i'd mention that it appears as if i have Thanksgiving week off work. I want that to be true so badly i can taste it. Cross your fingers for me.
Oh, one more thing: I have my old bedroom back; i don't think i'll give it up again without a fight. After all, it does have a TV now ;)
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