Ok...so some new developments: I am officially, for the time being anyway, addicted to York Peppermint Patties. I've eaten so many I think I have mint flowing in my veins. It's the strangest thing too because they've never been a favorite of mine before.
It's finally Friday! I get to go out this weekend to make up for my crappy birthday on Tuesday. Onn the up side: my birthday check finally arrived from my father. $500 to do with as I please! On the down side: the check was accompanied by one of the most depressing letters I have ever received. It reads like a bad country song...sigh.
Ya wanna know the hightlights of the letter? Well the dog is blind, my 34yr old brother is still living at home and 5 of his friends have committed suicide in the last year (and if I know my father this is his suubtle way of telling me my brother might go soon too) and my father feels more old than ever because he is in so much pain. It's just one of those letters that smacks you up side the head and you don't know how to respond to it. Before this I hadn't even spoken to my father or brother in over a year.
The poem I mentioned before? Here it is, oddly fitting:
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightening in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
And for anybody in Denver who might read this; if you pass a really drunk girl, mad at the world and celebrating a belated birthday, hi we just met.
It's finally Friday! I get to go out this weekend to make up for my crappy birthday on Tuesday. Onn the up side: my birthday check finally arrived from my father. $500 to do with as I please! On the down side: the check was accompanied by one of the most depressing letters I have ever received. It reads like a bad country song...sigh.
Ya wanna know the hightlights of the letter? Well the dog is blind, my 34yr old brother is still living at home and 5 of his friends have committed suicide in the last year (and if I know my father this is his suubtle way of telling me my brother might go soon too) and my father feels more old than ever because he is in so much pain. It's just one of those letters that smacks you up side the head and you don't know how to respond to it. Before this I hadn't even spoken to my father or brother in over a year.
The poem I mentioned before? Here it is, oddly fitting:
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightening in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
And for anybody in Denver who might read this; if you pass a really drunk girl, mad at the world and celebrating a belated birthday, hi we just met.
Have a good weekend!