Right now, I’m in Phoenix with Samantha, and I figured that I might as well bring back my old journal into the fold. My first time in Phoenix was a doozy, in September of 2005. Read and learn…
Yesterday, the raging Chippewa River gave me an idea for a “mobile style” post based on something that happened earlier in the day. I had mentioned that yesterday was literal and today was figurative.
Yesterday, at about 14:30, I got a not unexpected call from Mom saying that Papa (my last surviving grandfather) had passed away.
My cousins and aunts who had much more recent contact with Papa had photo collages of him with them, but because I haven’t been in his presence in recent photos, I have no immediate photos to share. Thus, words will have to do.
It’s sort of strange! Even when I am not busy, I find ways to keep myself busy. That pertains to both this blog and journaling, so I wanted to write a short post on it, which almost seems meta!
Thanksgiving. It’s a day for family! However, it has literally been ten years since I was last in Lincoln with my immediate family for Thanksgiving. In seven of the past nine years, I was in Milwaukee with Aunt Soni and her family for Thanksgiving. In 2015, I was in St. Paul with my close friend Sarah and her family, and last year I was in Deerfield with my then-girlfriend Dina and her family (I won’t use the word “ex” since we are still platonic friends, and “ex” often has a negative connotation).
I didn’t write any “special” paragraph journal, but I’ll add a little bit of commentary in italics from my original journal, as shown below.
In thinking about a blog post for today, the endmatter of every post ended up inspiring a short idea.
Today is the 26th day of October, and as you can see on the bottom of the post, there are 26 days before I go to Lincoln for Thanksgiving (which will be my first time celebrating Thanksgiving there since 2008 (!!))