There’s a difference between my grandmother and the devil. He is red, and she is not.
Decided to answer my phone this morning…
-Your cousins and people you know and don’t know will be graduating next month. how do you feel about that?
I’ll spare you the gruesome details. But the conversation lasted 13 minutes and 5 seconds. You get the idea.
Almost done with Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris. I’m telling you this because I’ve been reading it for a week. Usually (lately) it takes me only three days.
Here are my excuses:
(1) I’ve been distracted with errands and other unpleasant family events.
(2) I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s a big book. Not really, but really.
I have unique things pasted to my walls. I don’t really pay them any attention. They’re just there. First there are the Johnny Depp posters that take up the majority of the space; then a few maps here and there, a Keith Urban pin up, a pair of cardboard 3-D glasses from about five years ago, my mom’s work schedule (I can never remember the crazy hours), the local library hours, some sign language and coding printouts, and a handwritten page of the Bill of Rights (useless considering we barely have those rights anymore).
Things have been crazy, and things have been boring. Needless to say, I still find entertainment.