October 13, 2009

• I went to heaven, ‘Twas a small town

  Well hi. I’ve been on a bit of a xanga hiatus. Life came knocking and I thought it wise to answer it’s call.

  Since I last blogged, (Properly blog. Not counting political satire and propaganda.) quite a bit has happened. A New York trip was in there. I saw the play God of Carnage. If you’re asking…yes…go see it. Awesome cast. And I did get to go here and here (which incidentally is a bar in midtown Manhattan that my nephew Ryan owns… he’s not yet 30… insane, right).

  I’m also on a mission now to get back all the friends and relatives who relationships my mother’s past behavior scorched out of her existence. I managed to get two out of four of her remaining sister-in-laws to visit her at the nursing home during my last trip. Very cathartic. Especially for mom. Buoyed by the pleasant experience and feeling optimistic, I called Jenny, a once very close friend that my mom had not seen in over ten years. I was back in Indy, but my brother said that seeing Jenny made mom ecstatic. Afterwards, several of Jenny’s children have visited her. The great thing is my mom is also apologizing for her actions. My brother doesn’t know if that is a good idea, but I think it’s important that my mom owns it. I think it is helping her find peace.

  Desiree, Aunt Hilda & me (top) Aunt Nita & mom (bottom)
  

  Frank’s birthday is this Friday, so I’m taking him to the Signature Room in Chicago to celebrate this weekend. It’s one of those touristy things. But Frank doesn’t go to Chicago very often and it is such a magnificent way to see the city.

  Breathtaking view and African lobster… mercy.
  

  Where the Wild Things Are opens this weekend. Are you excited? I expect good things. Frank is having his annual Halloween party on the 31st. I’m going as Max. My tail just arrived today.
  

  Well I told myself I would not go on and on and on just because it’s been a while. So I’ll just say good night and leave you with a poem from Emily.

  I felt my life with both my hands
  To see if it was there-
  I held my spirit to the Glass,
  To prove it possibler-I turned my Being round and round
  And paused at every pound
  To ask the Owner’s name-
  For doubt, that I should know the Sound-I judged my features-jarred my hair-
  I pushed my dimples by, and waited-
  If they-twinkled back-
  Conviction might, of me-I told myself, “Take Courage, Friend-
  That-was a former time-
  But we might learn to like the Heaven,
  As well as our Old Home!”

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