Okay, just for those of you who are wondering. It was a dog. I knew they were stuffed dogs. They were selling bears too, but it was a freaking dog!
So, tired. So much rock, so little time. Tomorrow marks the end of a string of shows that I've been hittin' the bars high and low, on and off the road. Sure, they all have their points, but I am so going to miss watching the boys play for a while. Wah! Okay, whiney girl moment has ceased. Time will fly. There will be plenty to do. I will absorb myself in mindless promotions and efforts making myself even more exhausted than I am now. I can hardly believe my luck! This world is just not big enough for me. There truly isn't enough time.
Been going back and forth with this thing with my Papaw. One day it sounds like he's dying tomorrow and the next it's like, "No rush. He's doing fine." It's making me very passive about the whole thing. Growl. At the same time, it is sort of a passive moment. He has lived a long, full life. I hope he finds it meaningful and well worth it. Everyone has a time. My mom has this habit of texting me everything. Kudos for her for always embracing technology, but it's always stuff like, "Hi Jenn, Papa is blind now in a nursing home. If you want to call him...." It's a bit strange to get messages like that. Although I don't know why because I'm certainly not comfortable with any of it. I'm curious if she'll text me when any of my family members died. "Grandma died today. Call when you can." Even typing it makes me feel funny, but it will be an interesting test. And since when does my mom call her dad "papa". She's never done that before. It's so weird. I'm not getting any of it. Of course, it's a rare occasion that I do.
I am so faking delusional when I get old. It'll give me an excuse to grab all the young boys butts and scream obscenities. People excuse so much for old people. I can always be like, "I don't know what you're talking about." People will believe me because old people are supposed to forget things. It's going to be awesome.
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