2010

So this year I think I'm going to really post, at least the basics of what we're doing, so I have the record.  I get bogged down with the idea of people reading what I write, but since it's been a few months I'm probably pretty much alone in cyberspace.  So I'm not going to try to be very interesting--I'm just too lazy and too busy.  But I'll have the record.  Funny creatures, aren't we, that we want that record, as if recording it makes us something other than the little ants we are.  I'm under no delusion that my life is in any way unique, but you know, it's uniquely mine. 

So here's a few pictures from Knott's Berry Farm.  We went the same weekend as Grandpa Black's funeral.  It was a strange experience for me to be around all my mom's brothers.  The whole thing was a little surreal and kind of lonely in the way any glimpse into a lost world is.   As usual, I missed mom.  I was glad for grandpa, though;  I think he was ready to get out of that body.  And of course, I got to spend the day with my sisters, and "never were there such devoted sisters".  I really love those girls.

I have almost no pictures of the boys, and this is because they were running amuck and generally acting stupid.  Usually when we get together, they run off and we hardly see them.  This trip, I had to wonder if this weirdo-ness was what we were missing--and it's really no loss, believe me.  I only missed seeing Autumn's kids--they were all sick.  Boo.  Next time.

Also, I discovered that I am a total weenie.  Chicken to the max.  I sat at the top of the kiddie ferris wheel with Ava and paige and thought, you know, I might actually wet my pants.  Ava was saying what's wrong with you, Goochie?  Nothing dear;  do hold still.  No leaning over girls--of course it's all perfectly safe, just no rocking, okay?  I don't delude myself into thinking I was ever a daredevil, but really.  If I weren't strapped in I might have jumped just to get down faster.  Protect the five year olds?  Uh-uh.  I used to say that I wasn't afraid of the rides;  I just didn't like them.  Bull.  I'm afraid.  Very afraid.  And what reasonable person wouldn't be?  It isn't natural.  Like dad's view of ultrasounds to determine a babies gender--it's against god and nature to strap yourself into a hunk of metal (or worse--wood!) and go flying through the air at unholy speeds.  I'm a very grounded person.