1. As you know, my dear friends' little brother, Adam, died. Adam was the brother of Abe (my high school boyfriend/first love) and Marie (who is still a very close friend of mine). Their whole family means so much to me, as I spent a lot of time with Adam, Lucas, and Marie growing up. It was so special to be a part of their upbringing; they were Abe's little siblings, and therefore like mine, too. We spent summers at the pool together, took trips to Florida, and all went camping at the lake. All of them are so dear. I can't stop looking at old pictures and just being so sad that Adam is gone.
His memorial is tomorrow, in Georgia, and it's eating me up that I can't go.
8/24/83 -- 10/17/10
Adam, Marie, Abe, Lucas
2. Summer's daddy is so sick. She is in Louisiana by his side, and she is being very tough, but I know how hard it is for her to watch him suffer. The doctors have said that he has possibly a month, but probably just days, to live. And as most of you know, Summer has been through enough sadness this year (much less, this month).
3. A few months ago, my wallet was stolen from my office at Balboa. I think some kid came in the back door (through the counseling office) and took it right out of my purse. While I couldn't care less about the $20, the license/insurance card/debit cards/etc. etc. have been such a nightmare to replace.
Yesterday I went to the DMV to try to replace my license so that I will be able to rent a car at the New Orleans airport on Sunday and drive to Morgan City to be with Summer. Thanks to several parking tickets (believe me: they are unavoidable if you live in San Francisco!), renewal registration fees, late fees (couldn't replace registration before replacing license), replacement license fee, etc. . . I wrote the biggest check I have ever written in my life. And it was to the California DMV. This was after I burst into tears at the counter because the man "helping" was so mean and insensitive. I can't say how much I had to pay because my mama reads this and she is bound to give me a talkin' to if I give her any ammunition, but let's just say it was in the four digits.
4. Eric went missing! I could not get in touch with him Wednesday or yesterday by phone, which was enough to make me panic. But then, I got a text message from someone at his job saying he hadn't shown up to work--no call or anything--and then I went straight into frenzy mode. I couldn't stop crying, looked up San Francisco County and Contra Costa County obituaries (I couldn't help it; I'm anxious by nature and I had death on the brain this week), and was one step away from calling jails and hospitals when I FINALLY heard from him . . . he'd gotten stuck at his buddy's house in SF, after leaving his phone and keys at another friend's house, blahblahblah . . . needless to say, he is alive, and I have calmed down, but I might still do bodily harm to him after causing me that much stress.
Enough of that. As of now, I'm preparing lesson plans for the sub next week (I get nervous leaving my little monsters in someone else's hands!) and getting ready to babysit all day long tomorrow. All before going to the airport Sunday morning. Ay yay yay.
But in the spirit of positivity:
1. Eric is alive.
2. I get to see Summer on Sunday.
3. Halloween candy is in stores.
4. Judebug is cute.
Okay that's all I got. Happy Friday! The next time you hear from me, I might be in New Orleans, so hopefully I'll be more . . . chipper. ;)