So it's been a month and a half.

I have only one update, and it is that I am dating a wonderful boy who gets to his football practices late because he is making sure my ride actually shows up after church.

Lol.

This man is obviously disgruntled... exactly about what, I'm not positive, but it amused me anyway.

"ITS STILL UNCLEAR IF B.O., WHO STIMKS, IS ELIGIBLE TO BE PRESIDENT DUE TO HIS DOCTORED BIRTH CERTIFICATE.....I FIND IT FACINATING THAT THE LEFT WING NUT JOBS WILL TRY TO FIND ANYTHING TO KEEP THE SO CALLED DETRACTORS OF THE BLACK MESSIAH FROM ANY POWER BUT THEY WILL LIE, CHEAT, FIX OR DO ANYTHING ILLEGAL TO TRY AMKE THIS BLACK RADICAL PIECE OF CRAP THE PRESDIENT WHEN HIS PLACE OF BIRTH IS CLEARLY IN QUESTION AND HAS BEEN.....THE FACT IS THIS. THIS CLOWN IS A JOKE. HE IS A FOREIGNER AND ITS ABOUT TIME THAT THE TRUTH EMERGE SO WE CAN ALL SEE WHAT A HOLLOW PIECE OF CRAP THIS B.O. CLOWN IS."

I love you, but I don't even know why

May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed
And may the voices inside you that fill you with dread
Make the sound of thousands of angels instead
Tonight where you might be laying your head

Darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell how hard you're trying
Still have this secret hope
Sometimes all I do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
There's an endless rope
And nobody's crying
Nobody's crying
Nobody's crying

spinning laughing dancing

Its not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
Its just the nearness of you

I had bad dreams last night and I woke up anxious.

I have to check in with the athletic trainer again tomorrow. I ran badly this morning and I think it's safe to assume that the reason has something to do with the deadening stump of calf muscle protruding from my right knee.

Speaking of cross country
When I do something, I do it well. I do it how it's supposed to be done. If you're going to cut cones on the field during mile repeats, don't run. You're on varsity. Cutting corners to avoid schlepping on a workout isn't going to help anyone.

Not that anyone reads this, but it feels weird not to have updated for a month.

I am going to Africa with Adventures, and I am going to Homecoming with Brandon.

That's all.

I'm going to assume no one reads this.

My grandma and grandpa were made for each other, by some twist of fate, and enjoyed over 50 years of happy marriage. She cooked, cleaned, and loved on the grandkids, he brought home a steady and rather large paycheck to give her the house (and life) that everyone dreams of. What they lacked in passion, they made up for in gentleness and hand-holding and secret laughter that only they knew the meaning of. They truly were a dream couple. And when she died, my grandpa died too, in the most complete way possible. His body still roams the Earth, but the flesh is lonely without a soul to keep it company.

Maynard Sikes's fullness depended singularly on my grandma being there to love him. And so she has done since before their high school graduation. She is his life, even in her death. So, then, what I fail to understand is how his heart has room for anyone else.

I love Mary Bookhardt. But she will never be my family.