I found out through a posting on FaceBook that one of the guys I went to
high school with has died. Some sort of blood cancer. As far as I
know this is the first classmate we've had that has died. I am
stunned, shocked and in disbelief that he's dead. Not so much the
person....but that 'someone my age and someone I went to school with'
has died. I'm having trouble explaining my thought process. I just
know that this has made me take a step back. I know it is entirely
likely that we have had one or more deaths in our class but this is the first one I've heard about. Death is so final. It's weird and like I said---I'm having trouble explaining my thought process. He wasn't a boyfriend or even a guy I had a crush on, he was 'just' a guy I went to high school with. All of his pall bearers were also people I went to high school with. Some of *them* I had a crush on at one time or another. I feel like I 'missed out' because I only found out today that he has passed. The funeral was on Tuesday. Chances are extremely good that I wouldn't have gone anyway....two+ hour drive to the funeral home, then the funeral finally ending in a two hour drive home. Nah...I wouldn't have gone. Being a one car family sucks.
ok. On to other things that can't wait until Tuesday:
My Dad. Man, he can get on my nerves faster than anyone (and that includes my child). He doesn't ever tell you the whole story. He'll tell bits and pieces here and there....but never the full story. Even if you ask very specific questions he will evade you in his answer. Point in case: Jordan's Christmas band program is tonight. We asked my parents to come over a month or more ago. They said they'd come. I told them they'd have to sleep one on the couch and one in Jordan's bed. I also told them to please call as soon as possible if they wouldn't be able to make it so we could invite Chris's parents. We couldn't invite both sets of parents as we don't have enough sleeping room. I called this past weekend to verify they were coming. They were. Good. Fine. Wonderful. Now on to stress about what to fix for supper and breakfast and I better get the house cleaned up blah blah blah... I get a phone call at 6:55 this morning. They aren't going to make it because my Dad has to go to the cardiologist for a stress test. I asked him why he needed the test and he said 'because my doctor told me I needed it'. I asked why the doctor said he needed one and he said: 'blood pressure might be a little high'. I asked how high he said high enough for the doctor to tell him he needs a stress test. I told him he was annoying. My Mom chimed in and said 'I've been putting up with this for years.' So, yeah, they aren't coming. I didn't ask my Dad when the doctor told him he needed a stress test. For all I know he spent the night in the ER.
Chris and I decided to host Christmas at our house this year. His parent's have already said they'd come. I bet mine don't. Or I may end up with a huge crowd and nowhere for everyone to sit.
The wind that we had two nights ago knocked over our new outdoor decoration. It's broken beyond repair. ~sigh~ Oh well. It was only new in that we hadn't used it before this year. We've owned it for years and have drug it from place to place with us. Once I got it up it looked really good and I'm sorry we haven't used it before now. It will go out on Tuesday which is trash day. Garbage days are Monday and Thursday. I missed it today. Oh well.
Unemployment sucks donkey balls. 'nuff said about that. I've been home for four days so far and haven't even managed to get accomplished everything I wanted to accomplish on day 1. It is just so draining to look at everything that needs to be done and know you have the time to do them....so the lazy bug kicks in. I also promised myself that I would have all Christmas cards and letters done and sent out by the Monday after Thanksgiving. That hasn't happened and Christmas is drawing closer and closer with every waking (and non-waking) moment.
