I've got time to post! Whoa! Yea! So, let's see...
We voted this morning and it was sweet relief. It was almost as if we'd been working on a long assignment and finally got to turn it in for a grade. We are totally getting drunk tonight! lol. You have until Oct. 31 to vote early. I never posted anything about Sarah Palin and well, I assumed it was McCain's way of throwing in the towel b/c hell, what'd he have to lose? It gave his campaign the boost it needed. Palin supporters were so proud to have someone ruffling the Democrats feathers. Uh, yeah, people were getting worked up because the woman was a complete idiot. Her nomination was laughable, but I couldn't believe how many folks drank that kool-aid. I bought a bumper sticker that read "Sarah Palin: because John McCain thinks you're an idiot". I never put it on my car because I value my paint job, this is a red state folks. Frankly, I think the Vice President (potential President) should be smarter than the majority of America, but who cares what I think. At least the rest of America has a brain, Texas. All of that "I'm just a regular gal, not a politician" bullshit...go sell crazy somewhere else biatch, we're all stocked up here! Tina Fey was a god-send. I hope this is the last we'll ever see of Sarah Palin, but something tells me we won't be so lucky.
We went to the library (a different library than our usual one b/c it sustained damage from the hurricane and has yet to re-open) one evening last week. And, after we picked out some new reading material for Kale, I went to the other side to look for myself. I often check the new arrivals. Since it was the week leading up to the anniversary, I was kind of in a funk and dealing with all those raw feelings again. Sitting on the shelf was a small book called "Stories from the Edge- A Theology of Grief". I'm only half way through it right now, but it really is clarifying some things for me and has turned into be exactly what I needed. Someone put that book there for me right there, right then. When I woke up Sunday morning, I laid in bed thinking about what I wanted to say at the cemetery. I thought of the a verse my Grandfather always said, but couldn't remember how it went. We got packed up and headed out to Victoria. On the way there, I read a couple of more chapters. And, within my reading, was the exact passage I was trying to remember earlier that day