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June 14, 2004
Good things, bad things
Photos from the Panhandle this weekend.
Summary of dealing with death:
1. Southern grief food kicks ass. Fried chicken, beef brisket, and cake. I've eaten more beef and frosting in the space of a week than I have over the last six months. I could never be a vegetarian, and the sugar will probably turn me diabetic. One night I came out of the kitchen with three huge slices of cake after a horrible day. My family all stopped talking and stared at my plate. I told them, "Fuck all of you. I'm grieving," and proceeded to strain my insulin production to the limit.
2. My mother hoarded change and fingernail clippers. Everywhere we looked, we would find one or both items. My mother probably had a $100 in change floating around the house, and apparently lived in terror of having long nails. There was one bag with approximately ten sets of clippers, we presume one for each toe.
3. Shiner Breweries just came out with Shiner Bock Lite. I tried it, it was good. Now I can sit on the couch and never worry about working out.
4. I now own a suit, after four years of not owning one. I got the advice to not buy pleats AFTER buying the suit. Everyone said I looked great in it; no one will ever know, as there were no pictures taken. Somebody had better have a wedding soon, as I would rather have a festive occasion to wear it. I also know now to carefully hug former Mary Kay salewomen, as they have a tendency to cake the lapel of the suit.
5. The box your mother's ashes arrive in looks just like a box of cake. It is not cake.
6. The person named Glenn who graduated in Clovis 15 years ago is definitely not the same person who was there a few days ago. They kept bumping into each other over the course of the week. Every encounter was extremely awkward, as they really have only a few things in common. The younger one thought the older one was scary, the older one thought the exact same thing.
Posted by G at June 14, 2004 05:58 PM
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It's truly wonderful to see your humour shining through, G. And yes, I hear you about the last point. Most definitely. Strange thing this growing up business, huh?
Posted by: PatCH at June 14, 2004 06:12 PM
Glad to hear you're back safe & sound.
If you're ever down this way ... PLENTY of southern food abounds ...
Posted by: myke at June 14, 2004 06:26 PM
Welcome back honey. Glad you made it through.
Posted by: bob at June 14, 2004 11:04 PM
What pleats?
Posted by: Erin at June 15, 2004 09:06 PM
Going back is NEVER the same. Seems to get awkward and uncomfortable with each visit. I still love my family dearly and look forward to seeing them, yet can't wait to get the hell out of there after a few days.
Posted by: mark at June 16, 2004 04:33 PM
I love how you describe bumping into your former self. I have that experience almost everytime I visit my hometown. You can really learn alot about yourself that way... and appreciate yourself in whole new ways.
Posted by: MzOuiser at June 17, 2004 12:47 PM