I had a similar thought to this today about needing to be independent from tumblr. Example: I saw this basically the second you posted it. I really need to cut tumblin’ time. Also, I laughed out loud at the tipping of a douchey fedora.
Haha, oh gosh. I’m glad someone laughed haha.
Maybe spending less time on da Tumbs should be my NY’s resolution. Though I’m just kind of exacerbating the problem right now… haha
“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state to another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.”—Alexandre Dumas (via corona-borealis)
JRR Tolkien reads an excerpt from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.
‘I cannot read the fiery letters,’ said Frodo in a quavering voice.
‘No,’ said Gandalf, ‘but I can. The letters are Elvish, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here. But this in the Common Tongue is what is said, close enough:
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
It is only two lines of a verse long known in Elven-lore:
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
"I’m just shocked." "He was always in a good mood…" "The last person…" "Very upbeat."
Al is the name of a man who has worked for my father since I was a child. He was always smiling and had laughter tickling at his voice. The past few years that I saw him he’d always say to me, “So when am I gonna teach you how to drive that tractor?” We’d always joke about him. How he’d never really retire. He’d always announce that he was done working but then come back the next year and ask if there was any mowing that needed done. The real punch of our jokes generally had to do with the fact that he was always crashing tractors or breaking things. I remember visiting Al in the hospital after he accidentally cut his thumb off while working on some of our farm equipment. I was probably eight. I gave him my favorite shell.
I don’t remember a time when Al didn’t exist in my life. I never knew my Grandpa, but I think Al is what I imagined my Grandpa to be like.
He lived through the war. He lived through a heart attack. He lived through multiple accidents. He has a grandson whom he never stopped raving about.
I can still remember the way he walked and the hat he wore to work. I still remember his jovial voice.
"Al shot himself this morning."
It just leaves us with questions. It leaves us wondering why and for how long and where and when. We can ponder all we want but we’ll never really know. I wish he’d spoken out.
I can’t imagine the pain his family is going through right now. Please pray for them. Please pray for him.
You know, I am more than happy to come hang out with you and all we do is have nap time. Or just sit and read. You don’t need to actually organize anything. :)
Aww, I know. And the other problem is I really DO want to hang out with everyone. I just feel stretched really thin. It’s not really the organizing of stuff that bothers me haha. No. I’m excited to see you and Zoe. I’m just trying to figure out a schedule of sorts. It’s just like, when I hang out with my friends my family gets mad and they act like I’m not with them enough but then when I just hang out with my family I feel like I’m neglecting my friends and I really want to see them and ugh. I just need sleep and peace for a while. Meep. I love you <3
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love them all and adore hanging out with them and I am truly blessed with amazing people but…
Making plans stresses me out (I’m not talking about the Portland plans, Jess haha. I’m genuinely excited for that :)). Talking to people over the phone stresses me out. I kind of just need like 5 (maybe even just three) days off the map where I can just sleep and read and not talk to or have to hang out with anyone.
I already have a big family and they don’t really hang out with anyone but each other so I have to (but I enjoy it) hang out with them when they do stuff and my family does a lot of stuff. :/
I just feel stretched way too thin. Honestly, if I hung out with all the people I want to this break, I’d be doing something every day. Going out every night. And I’m sorry but, ‘break’, to me, does not mean that. It means sleeping in and not having plans and drinking tea with my mum and watching Netflix with my dad and reading and playing video games and not having to get ready for the day and playing with my nephew and going on walks.
My sister Katie and her husband lovingly joking with each other. My sister Melinda finally feeling better. My nephew distracted by new toys. My mom tearing up over a gift from my father. My dad genuinely surprised and excited by his present from my mother. My grandma smiling and laughing at her grandson. My sister Jenny and her husband Nick caring for each other and being great parents to my nephew. My brother-in-law Bryan ripping off wrapping paper like an excited child. My cousin’s kind smile.
road trips, introducing my brother to nerdfighteria, parks & rec marathons, homemade apple pie, a charlie brown christmas, my home church, super 8, and new toms. i love the holidays.
So I thought my day was about as close to perfect as it could be, we’re talking asymptotically close to perfect as today’s function approaches infinity, and then I read “introducing my brother to nerdfighteria and today took another big leap towards perfect. :)
Can I just… I love you guys. That is awesome Allison! I’m so glad we’re all having good holidays! I had a lovely day too :)