Saturday Evening Post… on Sunday, since the servers were down.

Saturday at a glance…

  • Slept in. WAY IN. I made up for the complete lack of sleep that I had this week. Sleep GOOOD! :::handgesture:::
  • Took Jess to work and went to the comic shop for this week’s take. I walked out with 2, yes that was “two” books. Light week. Maybe next week
    will be better. I picked up some lunch and…

  • Went to South Jordan City Park. I’m not very “outdoorsy” by nature, but there are times when even I know that it’s good to be outside. Today was
    one of those days. I ate lunch on one of the picnic tables and then… I flew my kite. “I don’t want to grow up. I’m a Toys ‘R’ Us kid!” It might be
    more apropos to say that I half-flew my kite – the wind wasn’t as cooperative as it could have been. That’s okay. Kite flying is easily one of the most
    frustrating, irritating and just all-around fun things that you can do, even if the kite is aloft for only a few seconds. I haven’t made any attempts
    to fly it in the last few months, but even though the wind only came in short-lived gusts – it was worth it!

  • I came home and spaced off the next few hours, picked up Jess and came back home.

Highlight of the Day: I talked to my sister, Rana, tonight/this morning. This isn’t too atypical. The reason that it’s memorable, though, is that Rana leaves at 9 am Sunday for the Ukraine. She joined the Peace Corps and is FINALLY going. I’ve mentioned the fact that her departure date had been pushed back a few times in previous posts. I would have loved getting a chance to see her again before she left, but living on opposite sides of the country doesn’t make that incredibly convenient. Jess and I did get to talk to her for a while… and that was good enough. After I hung up, I think that I had an inkling of what my mother felt when I moved out here:”[They] will be fine, but it’s sooo far away… and won’t be home for a long time.” I had another realization almost immediately after that: She’s a good person (even though she could be a royal pain in the ass when we were growing up) and I’m happy for her, not just because she’s my sister, but because she’s doing what she wants to do and what feels right for her. This is also something that I would have never tried to talk her out of doing although certain family members asking me to do so. The reason is pretty simple: It is what she wanted, and decided, to do; to talk her out of it would have been a disservice to her as her brother and her occasional drinking buddy. And, had I been successful or instrumental in talking her out of it, she would have spent the rest of her life wondering “What if…?” The fact that I am considered something of the wanderer in the family wouldn’t have helped much, either. But it was what I wanted. It was what I did. And, having done so, there was NO way in Heaven or Hell or on Earth that I was going to do anything that would keep her from this. I will miss her, but I am very proud of her, too.

That about wraps it up for now. Guess I should hit the rack.

Peace.