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One of these days...
Sunday, November 4th, 2007 03:58 pmToday has been better. My kids' friends, B and K, spent the night, and played most of the day. They had fun, and it was great. It was a nice foil to yesterday, and the funeral we had to attend.
Nobody wants to go to a kids' funeral. And let me just say right now that I find the practice of trolling for new souls to bring to Jesus that most ministers indulge in at funerals to be an extremely abhorrent practice that is in just the worst taste. I mean, really. We're grieving here!
Which reminds me, when the Impossible Son figured out who Colt was... he was most upset. It seems the thought that he'd never see his favorite referee again, his soccer-buddy who showed him all these neat tricks and stuff was just... gone... was just too much to deal with. He was pretty quiet for a couple of days. It helped when the family put up a poster dedicated to Colt in the concession stand for everyone to sign and write messages to him. Little Man wrote "Mr. Impossible loves Colt."
I think that's a fitting tribute.
In other news, I'm getting some energy back, finally, thanks to the increased dosage of my meds. It's nice to feel almost normal again. It's nice to wake up and not be just as tire as I was when I went to bed. And I'm actually able to sleep now. In fact, I've been going to bed earlier, somewhat to the detriment of an IM pal (which means we just gotta start talking earlier).
It's a relief, though, to have some energy again. Maybe I'll actually manage to unpack all those boxes in our laundry room before the Impertinent Daughter starts college!!
Nobody wants to go to a kids' funeral. And let me just say right now that I find the practice of trolling for new souls to bring to Jesus that most ministers indulge in at funerals to be an extremely abhorrent practice that is in just the worst taste. I mean, really. We're grieving here!
Which reminds me, when the Impossible Son figured out who Colt was... he was most upset. It seems the thought that he'd never see his favorite referee again, his soccer-buddy who showed him all these neat tricks and stuff was just... gone... was just too much to deal with. He was pretty quiet for a couple of days. It helped when the family put up a poster dedicated to Colt in the concession stand for everyone to sign and write messages to him. Little Man wrote "Mr. Impossible loves Colt."
I think that's a fitting tribute.
In other news, I'm getting some energy back, finally, thanks to the increased dosage of my meds. It's nice to feel almost normal again. It's nice to wake up and not be just as tire as I was when I went to bed. And I'm actually able to sleep now. In fact, I've been going to bed earlier, somewhat to the detriment of an IM pal (which means we just gotta start talking earlier).
It's a relief, though, to have some energy again. Maybe I'll actually manage to unpack all those boxes in our laundry room before the Impertinent Daughter starts college!!
