17/09: Well shit.. this may get odd in a hurry.
Sunday was a day of limbo. Went to bed at 2am.. woke up at 5.30am.. Drop Pops and Connie to the airport in a gray, clammy, and slightly foggy morning. It turns out Dodge Street is damn near empty at that early in the morning (except for the stupid Corp Cup runners who were recklessly darting out between cars and construction equipment like deer that need "special" helmets.
*sigh*
As it was I got home and took a longer nap to be woken up by pop's texting me they got in fine, but Kenboy dropped him a voice mail that Uncle Sam passed away. That sucks on a few levels. First, I really liked Sam. I don't know of a person that didn't. Second, I haven't seen Sam in what.. fifteen years? Maybe a bit under that? There was a big schism I was only partially aware of between Aunt Connie and my folks (mom in particular) which led to us being ostracized from that Brosch(sp) side. Minor excursions were done to see how 'over this' people were but that didn't go far. Years later I have toyed with the idea of how to bridge this gap, and even Cousin Dave made mention of this a few more times in the last year or so... but it was tabled for another day. The girls don't want jack to deal with this, and that's fine.
Now here I am planning on attending this funeral and it is going to be.. odd. On one level I barely knew Sam's family and those I did know where lost in fifteen years of haze. Second is the awkwardness with Aunt Connie. I do not want to cause a scene and detract from what it is about. I was hoping to slide into the back or blend in with some of my side of the family's folks. Third the girls are planning on going. I was fully expecting to lone wolf this whole thing, but it seems a strong sense of character can put aside differences... though I wonder if one might freak out. Fleeing from strange engagements work best when it's a one man team. Fourth - the mildly pooling regret for not forcing the issue on, for me at least, ending this perma-ban.
Oh well... just another day in the life and times.
I am certain I hear Avril Lavine's song "Complicated" playing off in the distance.
...
Oktoberfest was nothing but disjointed fun. Seeing some peeps for a bit and those bailing.. dancing with a mug of beer and my niece.. and a surprise comment from a tipsy Lamer about how I am looking "smaller".. heh... gym -> you be worknz!
*sigh*
As it was I got home and took a longer nap to be woken up by pop's texting me they got in fine, but Kenboy dropped him a voice mail that Uncle Sam passed away. That sucks on a few levels. First, I really liked Sam. I don't know of a person that didn't. Second, I haven't seen Sam in what.. fifteen years? Maybe a bit under that? There was a big schism I was only partially aware of between Aunt Connie and my folks (mom in particular) which led to us being ostracized from that Brosch(sp) side. Minor excursions were done to see how 'over this' people were but that didn't go far. Years later I have toyed with the idea of how to bridge this gap, and even Cousin Dave made mention of this a few more times in the last year or so... but it was tabled for another day. The girls don't want jack to deal with this, and that's fine.
Now here I am planning on attending this funeral and it is going to be.. odd. On one level I barely knew Sam's family and those I did know where lost in fifteen years of haze. Second is the awkwardness with Aunt Connie. I do not want to cause a scene and detract from what it is about. I was hoping to slide into the back or blend in with some of my side of the family's folks. Third the girls are planning on going. I was fully expecting to lone wolf this whole thing, but it seems a strong sense of character can put aside differences... though I wonder if one might freak out. Fleeing from strange engagements work best when it's a one man team. Fourth - the mildly pooling regret for not forcing the issue on, for me at least, ending this perma-ban.
Oh well... just another day in the life and times.
I am certain I hear Avril Lavine's song "Complicated" playing off in the distance.
...
Oktoberfest was nothing but disjointed fun. Seeing some peeps for a bit and those bailing.. dancing with a mug of beer and my niece.. and a surprise comment from a tipsy Lamer about how I am looking "smaller".. heh... gym -> you be worknz!
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