I just had the strangest dream. I was at a big family Christmas get together with my mom's side of the family back where I grew up. Everyone was there (very odd) and it was *very* warm. I mean the grass was long, the fireflies were thick, and we were all in shorts and stuff.
I grew up in west central Illinois...it's never like that for Christmas. They had rerouted two lanes of highway traffic through our backyard, so you'd occasionally see a semi make a lazy turn around the corner about 10 feet from the house.
I think this was a multi-meaning dream...
The fireflies and the grass and all that were my favorite part of growing up in a small town. It was quiet, safe, and fun.
The family get together is probably the a desire to actually see my family. I'd not seen my grandfather Lamb for a couple of years when he passed away this year. My mom's father isn't doing well now and I've not seen them in three years? Economics are tight and it's just never worked out for me to get down to Arkansas to see my relatives.
This year, it's the same dollars thing. I need new pants and Mom gave me the choice of having her send me money for new pants or to visit the family. It's my decision.
It's a tough decision. I'm going to get myself new pants though. After my financial aid in the spring, I should be able to get down there on Spring Break. Then again, if I can hold out for a few more weeks with pants that are falling apart, I could visit the family for Christmas, something I've not done for a few years...and get pants in mid-January.
Such are the heavy decisions upon my heart.
1 comment:
Lemme know where I can send you money for pants. I'll contribute to the pants fund.
blutz@vzavenue.net
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