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12:18 a.m. - 2004-11-09 I almost just capitalized "him" when referring to Bono in the way you're supposed to capitalize it when you're talking about God. Hmm. Brooke is fabulous. She doesn't belong in Ohio. But I hope this time is restful for her. She deserves it. Brooke knows what it means to be through the ringer. I usually like those people best. I like it that every time I hang out with Brooke, there's a new inside joke and a new catch phrase to throw around. I like it that we can each be like "Ooh, you'll totally love this song" and we actually do and we know WHY the other one loved it. Anyway, I once read this book in like 7th grade that was my first and only venture into sci fi novels. There was this world where on e class of people on some planet had taken over the oher people, and they worked the working class people to near death and then when they were like collapsing and whanot, they took them to this spa-like area where they washed them and pampered them and then put them in these comfy sleep-tanks where they slept for like weeks so they could recover and head out into the fields again. I feel like when you live in a city and come back somewhat battered, for various reasons, being in the midwest briefly and particularly with one's parents can sort of be like that. It isn't always, but it can be. I hope it is for Brooke. In some ways I feel terribly confused right now. In some ways I feel really at peace. It is hard and unclear. But not necessarily bad. I feel like I'm on the verge of answers. It is my parents 30th wedding anniversary. Yay for committment that really means something through richer and poorer and sickness and health for better or worse and yay for not holding a record of wrongs, for rejiocing in the truth, for kindness and humility and yay for patience and grace and not having to always be right and forgiveness and fun and enjoyment of life and mutual servanthood and teamwork and perserverence and two people who are responsible for making ME. :) |