Fucking pros and cons, right? No matter how many pros you add up in the little column to the right and no matter how much common sense it makes to follow through with the pros, there are always cons. Only if there are none is it a win win situation.
A lot of decisions I've made lately have had to do with the Pros. Common sense has been outweighing everything else. Still it's hard because, hey, as my Dad said "That's life. It's tough."
The man belongs on the top of a mountain in China for chrissakes. That's a lot of wisdom.
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Easter was Easter. Went to church. Stood, knelt, spoke when taught to. It all came back to me like I knew it would... I fell into the rhythm like a diver just falls into deep blue waters. I let the smells and hymns envelope me and took comfort in the smiles my mother wore on her face every time I looked her way.
At Aunt Marianne's the boys were in full swing. I chased Jack around and we played basketball. He's small enough that I can balance him on my shoulders and swing him around by his feet. I changed two diapers and read 1 1/2 books out loud today.
Gramma made us some vegetarian chili, but left it at her house. So I had salmon. Steve teased me about being vegetarian and Aunt Marianne tried to get me to take some ham back to school. Dana showed up and I had nothing to say to her. Mom cried when I left because she misses me and she experiences Empty Nest Syndrome in waves (today was a Flow day, not an Ebb).
Gramma and Paul argued the way old people who are married do .. and I fumbled for answers to their questions about what I'm going "to do with my life".
And now I'm back. And it's after 12 a.m. .. no more Easter.