My grandmother pointed out that I haven't posted anything in a while. I'd love to say it's because there's been nothing to say, but we all know I'd be lying.
Since the snow in Homer slowly started melting, I've been to Florida twice (it's still 'hot, flat & crowded'); I got second place in a hockey tournament; my dad wrecked a plane that I helped him learn to fly (he's fine, the plane's not); I enjoyed the start of a great crust skiing season, except for helping my uncle wreck his knee (the skis are fine, he's getting better); I met the family of the boy I'm dating, and he, mine; I won a dance off, on a train, in a hotdog costume; and, most recently, I spent the weekend eating my way thru the ethnic foodstuff's of Chicago, en route to start the busy work/flying season back in Alaska. I could have made a sit com about any of these events more entertaining than whatever's on evening TV, but then, I don't have a TV, so I wouldn't be able to watch my handiwork, with Julia Stiles as me.
So, that's about it, in a nutshell. Sorry to have fallen off the map, but I think we're all caught up. The biggest items were the one's with the word "wreck" in them... funny how that works. How do you reconcile when people get hurt doing something you encouraged them to do? Even if whatever you were encouraging was a good thing, you still feel guilt at causing any pain, aggravation, inconvenience, or worse. And you can't take it back: one, because it's done; and two, because you probably would have done the same thing again.
I have had a fun spring, but life keeps throwing lessons at me in the form of questions... they aren't getting any easier to answer. I'm thinking about getting a TV.
