September 24, 2014
I guess I could say I’m doing okay
out here now. Nothing of significance has happened recently that plants itself
in my mind to blossom into a blog entry later. No news is good news, I suppose.
I find it a bit absurd at the amount of sedentary living I do; I suppose I can
comment on that. I have a budget and a kitchen, and I eat a Reese’s at
approximately 3pm every day, and I always wash the dishes as soon as I come
home and I won’t eat until the dishes with which I used to cook my meal are
clean too. Not that you, reader, should care about any of this meaningless
nonsense, because in the end how interesting can it really be to read so much
about one person that you have absolutely no vested interest in? No, no, I’m
not fishing for compliments. I’ve only had a terrible experience of sitting in
a hunting cabin with no excuse to leave while a fellow hiker explained to me
the details of his newly built telescope, down to the size of each lens. It was
such a long conversation, if you can even call it that, that my aunt had baked
two whole batches of cookies before I could even get one single word into the
conversation. I hope my stories aren’t so mind-numbing, but if you’re back to
read this, suffice it to say I genuinely appreciate it. I will keep writing
though, regardless of readership; it’s just the way it is, and one day, when I am
married with a daughter, and I can appreciate with a whole new level of
understanding the amount of pure lamentation I have given my poor mother over
the years, I will walk into my daughter’s bedroom after she has announced a
wild declaration to hitchhike to Alaska or to marry her first love or to start
a cupcake bakery, and I will hand her these printed entries and tell her that
the sun still rises on the other coast, and it’s still a sight worth seeing.
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