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I wasn’t sure how I would feel about this night.  I’m keep glancing at the clock, and I feel panicked as each minute passes, but I know when the anniversary minute ticks silently by, the looming impossible one year mark, nothing will have changed.  I don’t know how to express it, but this night is not what I expected.  It’s incoherent and jumbled, it’s brown and red and gray and blue and green and black, and it seems like half-dried paint, muddy on a palette.  Yellow ochre in gray murky water.

Love,

black sheeped

Visit

New week.

I went down to see my family over the weekend.  It was a lot of driving (I’ve noticed I get super antsy/shifty/cranky during hour six of the drive, and sort of yell-y at other drivers), but it was good to see them.  Bonus: my sister taught her dachshund how to roll over, and it is wriggly and awesome.

I miss my sister.

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On Saturday, we ran into one of my favorite people in the entire WORLD, and I miss her, too.  (BLOGGED, as promised.)  I felt very dramatic and sad that there wasn’t more time to catch up/be loud/swap 30 Rock Tracy Jordan quotes (mind grapes).

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On Sunday, on a break during my drive back, I had brunch with a friend who once was very very close to me.  We’d lost touch for the last, oh, five or six years, and when I parked my car on her street and saw her waving on the sidewalk, my hands were shaking.  Seeing her was so good.  SO GOOD.  We have a lot of catching up to do.

I don’t know how she’d feel about me plastering her picture here, but I can probably share this delightful one that her husband got of us.  I don’t know why I was making this face, but we can probably all agree that I should make it more often.

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I’ve been wondering what your refrigerators look like.  We should compare photos.  This is mine:

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Let’s see.  We have a page ripped out from the NWF magazine, an invitation to my 10 year high school reunion, an Obama pin from the caucus, a picture of a puppy I tore off an ad, sketches of how we remember Kewpie dolls from a beer night with a friend, and other assorted nonsense.  Including our quote board.

In case you’re wondering, my quote was from a shrieking incident involving my head and a June bug.

I HATE those things.

Love,

black sheeped

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My hometown was hit by a ridiculously fierce wind storm yesterday–the reports of damage are crazy.  It sounds like tons and tons of huge trees are down and many buildings were destroyed.  Livestock/pets were blown away, roofs were ripped off buildings, trees crashed through homes to living room floors.  My family members are safe and sustained relatively minor damage to their property (my mom said they’ll have to have a new roof and that they lost at least 70% of the trees on their wooded lot, but there was no structural damage), but the clean up is going to take a long time.  The few photos I’ve seen have nauseated me–the trees, the trees.  I wish I was there to help.  I hope they get power and water back soon, and that the rain stays away while roofs are being repaired.  And that the chaos ends quickly.

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Love,

black sheeped