Family Reunions and Ends of Eras
My auntie Mim is planning a family reunion this summer, in Maine. She just emailed the entire family, which, while I think is an effective way of communication, doesn't seem proper somehow.
But, I guess I can say, "HOW COOL IS THAT?": my family is ALL connected via email. All 10 grandchildren and all of my parents' generation.
So, I guess I know where I'm going for one weekend this summer.
Been crying a lot lately -- most recently due to the demolition of my old hangouts and workplaces: the bars of south campus. All of a sudden, Friday, on my way home, the street was blocked, down to one lane, and the bulldozers were tearing down my bars! MY BARS! It just... hurt. Like ripping part of my soul out. And yeah, I realize it's silly, since they'd been closed for a few years. But really, nothing had changed, yet, at least by the looks. Now they're actually gone.
Mustards. Co-ed's. The Edge, formerly Purity Mining Co. Sloe Moe's, formerly Crazy Mama's. Maxwell's will be next. And Panini's.
*sigh* Time to go to bed.