Today I am off work, I have two boxes of Thin Mints, and my friend Merry just sent me ham and a kite in the mail- it's going to be a good day. My goal for the next 12 hours- organize random stack of papers laying on the floor, grocery shop and fill the fridge in our new apt. for the first time, job hunt, and write anything--or else my head is going to explode with concerns, to dos, and thoughts.
I did just finish my taxes and feel very good about that. I have used Tax Act on-line for the last two years and it works well for me. Since I'm not married yet, don't really own anything or make any money, mine are simple enough. With this years tax money Joseph and I are going to up-grade our fun size tv for a-- you can see it across the room tv. Then...paying off debt.
Tara and Joseph went skiing together the other day at Keystone. It sounds like they did pretty well and now Joseph is Mr. Lets Get Leah on the Slopes. But first- to the post, the grocery...
It was wonderful to see family when we went back home for my Grandpa's memorial service. The service was a great picture of Grandpa and I am so thankful that I got to be there for it. The day before-our family all in 
Grams' front room going through pictures, typing memories and printing 150 handouts one at a time in shifts at the computer--it was such a strange mix of good humor and serious family business. Grams was the picture of strength and being with her made me feel better.
With the start of the new year Joseph and I have gotten into our new apartment here in Littleton. We can walk to down town Littleton and to the train so we like that, especially since our goal is to be a one car family soon. May the old Honda Civic fall into the hands of a deserving high school kid with a few hundred dollars in his pocket. There is still a small island of boxes in the living room, but the apartment is functional enough to make lasagna and take a shower. The dish washer of course doesn't work, but why would it right?
Work is going alright. I keep showing up five days a week and they keep giving me money every fourteen days, so that works out. Passion for glasses- not so high. Passion for pay check, healthy. I haven't given up hope of a real job--as soon as we are settled into our new home, I plan to get back on the job hunt pronto.
My Papaw passed away yesterday. It is so strange. You know something is going to happen and you know that it is one of the most utterly natural things that happens on this Earth- but then it happens to someone you love, who used to carry gum balls in his pockets and make everyone laugh and it suddenly becomes incomprehensible. It doesn't feel unfair or tragic, he grew old living a happy life with a woman that he loved- so why can't I get it through my thick skull?
Loving people makes you vulnerable, but it is simply worth it.
Grams' front room going through pictures, typing memories and printing 150 handouts one at a time in shifts at the computer--it was such a strange mix of good humor and serious family business. Grams was the picture of strength and being with her made me feel better.
