Life

Life is a journey.

Tomorrow, I will attend the funeral of a good friend of mine from work. It's honestly going to suck and be very depressing.

I was actually working on an entry about how two-faced and what a flip-flop John McCain is, but I've honestly lost interest. I know... a terrible thing. I've lost interest in where this country is going. There, I said it! The truth is, this country is going to go where it's going to go because the American population is like sheep. They will follow anyone who offers them the carrot, no matter what the consequences (G.W. Bush). So, I've stopped caring about it because I know that it's quite beyond my control to do anything about, and it will just end up driving my crazy. Don't get me wrong. I will vote, but beyond that, along with some monetary donations to my candidate of choice, what will happen will happen. And in a hundred years from now, who will care? It will all be an entry in a history book, assuming people are still reading.

Just like it was beyond the control of my friend to stay in this world. I do apologize that this entry is a "downer". It's honestly not my intention to do that. But I've just found that I don't feel like pretending that everything is ok and that the world is a good place right now.

MY WORLD is a good place because I control it (and my cats appreciate that). I come home from work, and I usually put on some nice music (try to differ each night), have a glass or two of wine, go sit out on the deck, and take it all in. It's honestly my favorite time of day. THAT is what I control. THAT is my world.

So tomorrow, I will go to my friend's funeral and afterwards, go to work to keep my mind occupied. Tomorrow night, I'm a busy body trying to get everything ready for Mom's visit from Idaho. Kent will be busy having dinner with a visiting graduate student, so it's a good time to finish up everything.

I'm thinking that we'll make Saturday night a fun night of cooking. I'll make a nice filling for crepes ahead of time, and Saturday night we will all make our own crepes. I'll show Mom how to wrap them, and we'll have a feast. It should be fun. And Sunday may bring a brunch cruise down the Connecticut River, weather permitting. That's what life should be. You make your own times filled with memories.

So yeah, it's kind of a down time, but I haven't lost focus on what's important. Friends are important, life is important, and the memories that we make in life are important. It's a bit of a cliche', but we should all strive to be "present in the moment." A lot of people don't honestly understand the profound nature of that statement, so they really don't "get it".

But simply put, if you don't think much about life and take time to take it in, it will pass you by. Don't let that happen. That's why I spend that hour taking in everything with that glass of wine and fine cheese after work. I just wish that I had more friends to take it in with, but I've reconciled with the fact that I'm a rather complex character to get to know. I mean, how many people do you know will go through selections from Mozart, Richard Strauss, Bette Midler, Gustav Mahler, and Roberta Flack, in one evening?

Is that my loss or their loss? I don't honestly know. It just.... is.