I don't think I cry a lot. I don't often cry because of a happy reason. I'm bawling my eyes out.
My dad sent me a care package containing the following items: chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon raisin bagel crisps, a starbucks gift card, a chapters gift card, jelly beans, duotangs, lined paper, magnets, a pair of scissors, post-it notes, a pencil case shaped like a hippo filled with markers and pens, a fold-away shopping bag, a tiny note book, $50 "beer money", a toy car - so that I'd have a car at school, a desk clock and a card who's front is a photograph of a moose standing in one of the kiddie pools in my home town and the following message:
Too much to do! Don't want to! Thought of you! Love, Dad
Hi everyone. Stuff HAS been going on, it hasn't all been just sitting around, reading, knitting and doing nothing. It may have LOOKED like that. But I was doing far more, I think.
I've spend 8 days at two cottages, one leg with friends (it was SO GOOD to see you again) and one leg with family (they don't have LJ, but it was good nonetheless). While at the cottages, I knit an entire sweater, learned to crochet, made faux-jerk chicken twice, drank copious amounts of beer, met my cousin's new boyfriend (he's in commercials we've actually seen!!), and just generally had a lovely relaxing time.
I'm almost finished with work, it's been fun too, although I have to remember that when I seek out minimum wage jobs, to find one without so many women working there. So. Much. Drama. And there are only 8 employees.
My (demented) grandmother has fallen and broken her other hip. I suspect that she was trying to bust out of the care home again. She seems to try that every few days. Honestly, I don't blame her. I wouldn't want to be stuck in her body/mind and be in a care home either.
The Boy and I are canning and really enjoying it. Yesterday, we made ketchup and it is very yummy. Today we're doing dilled green and yellow beans as well as some dilled carrots and pickled roasted red/orange/yellow peppers. Everything I own smells like vinegar. But it's fun and easy too!
A friend died earlier this summer. A really tragic, freak "accident" (we all have no idea what really happened). He was swimming in Belize and drowned. He was my age, a year short of graduation from med school and for the life of me I can't tell you why his death affects me so profoundly. We weren't close friends back in high school, and I haven't seen him since. But I always remember him fondly and all these years, I've wondered about his whereabouts and how his life has been going. He was a wonderful human and it's absolutely tragic that he's no longer alive.
I'm mentally preparing for the Big Move. I have lists of things I need to take (it's a short list) and things I need to do before I go. I am so excited to be somewhere new. And not to have to take all my stuff. I'm only peripherally aware that I will be away from The Boy who will be staying here in Sudbury. I suppose it's hard to know how to miss him when he's usually 6 feet away from me at most.
We'll be spending Labour Day weekend in KW, so Sudburians and KWers, prepare accordingly.