I'm in Baltimore. That's right.
Tuesday: I went to campus to write my eval and watch a video on rig tuning. Did both. Went to my evaluation meeting early. My professor asked me if I had my faculty eval with me...nope. Can't have meeting 'cause I'm not prepared. But wait! Since I'm early, he let's me run to the lab and type one up on the quick like. Go back to office, have a great eval meeting. He likes me and thinks I turned in all my essays... In reality, I turned in two out of five, one of which had grammar errors and no citation. "You did turn in all your papers, right?" he asks me. I don't have the confidence outright lie to his face. He would probably see right through me. "I'm not sure about the second paper," says I. "You never handed it back to me." He buys it. I get all my credits for the class. Meanwhile, I have eight credits outstanding in contract. I don't know how to broach this subject without blowing my cred. I didn't actually do much for the carpentry due to weather and I had zero excuse for not doing the rigging work. I figure I have all week to figure this out, so I leave the meeting without touching the subject.
That evening, I was helping a dude I know move some couches and tables from storage. My aunt calls my phone. This is an ill sign. I haven't talked to her in a couple months and I never gave her my new cell number. Something is wrong. My grandfather has been in decline for several months and I figured he had finally died. I gathered my self together and called Bairbre back. It wasn't my grandfather. It was my great uncle Jack. He too had been very sick and finally gave out. My aunt wanted me to fly out there, since my dad couldn't. I very quickly searched for cheap airfare while informing my folks as to what was up. I bought the tickets, then went had a couple drinks to chill out. Rob gave me a ride to the Farmhouse and I packed some shit up in about ten minutes. We went back to Olympia, had a weird night at the Broho, then crashed at his place.
Wednesday: Woke up at ten, left Rob's house northbound on I-5. Got to airport, got on plane flew to Chicago where we were stuck on the ground for an hour waiting for late connecting passengers. Got to BWI at 11:45pm local time. Went to aunt's house, got stoned, ate some food, watched Syriana (what a downer, btw), and passed out. It was kind of like the day never happened.
Thursday: Wake up in Baltimore...WTF? Oh yeah, that's right. Picked up grandmother and went to my uncle's viewing. I'm wearing a dignified grey suit with bright orange hair. I'm glad my family can deal with the contrast. My uncle was so thin when he died, I didn't recognize him in the casket. It was eery. I was wondering if I had confused him with another Uncle Jack. The pictures around the mortuary confirmed that it was the Uncle Jack I had though it was. I am still a little freaked out by the change. He weighed in at near 180 last I saw him. He couldn't have been 100 pounds when he died. Other than that, the viewing was cheerful. A whole bunch of the family that hadn't seen eachother in years, in some cases ever before, were catching up and sharing stories. I met several cousins who I had only heard of and one cousin I never knew existed. All of them are pretty rad. I'm glad I get the opportunity to hang with them this weekend. I we went out for a couple beers after the viewing and I guess we're gonna party it up for Uncle Jack tomorrow after the funeral. Fells Point had better brace itself. An old school Baltimore clan is roaring through.
I'm puzzled at how fast my cousins become friends. I don't know if other families friend up the way mine does. Any comments on that? Can you folks meet a second cousin for the first time and hang out like you've known eachother for years?
This post is petering out, so I think this is it for tonight. I'll be back on Wednesday.
P.S.--Save your condolences. He was really old, went fast, was a party animal, and lives on in his kids, neices, and nephews. May we all be so lucky.
That evening, I was helping a dude I know move some couches and tables from storage. My aunt calls my phone. This is an ill sign. I haven't talked to her in a couple months and I never gave her my new cell number. Something is wrong. My grandfather has been in decline for several months and I figured he had finally died. I gathered my self together and called Bairbre back. It wasn't my grandfather. It was my great uncle Jack. He too had been very sick and finally gave out. My aunt wanted me to fly out there, since my dad couldn't. I very quickly searched for cheap airfare while informing my folks as to what was up. I bought the tickets, then went had a couple drinks to chill out. Rob gave me a ride to the Farmhouse and I packed some shit up in about ten minutes. We went back to Olympia, had a weird night at the Broho, then crashed at his place.
Wednesday: Woke up at ten, left Rob's house northbound on I-5. Got to airport, got on plane flew to Chicago where we were stuck on the ground for an hour waiting for late connecting passengers. Got to BWI at 11:45pm local time. Went to aunt's house, got stoned, ate some food, watched Syriana (what a downer, btw), and passed out. It was kind of like the day never happened.
Thursday: Wake up in Baltimore...WTF? Oh yeah, that's right. Picked up grandmother and went to my uncle's viewing. I'm wearing a dignified grey suit with bright orange hair. I'm glad my family can deal with the contrast. My uncle was so thin when he died, I didn't recognize him in the casket. It was eery. I was wondering if I had confused him with another Uncle Jack. The pictures around the mortuary confirmed that it was the Uncle Jack I had though it was. I am still a little freaked out by the change. He weighed in at near 180 last I saw him. He couldn't have been 100 pounds when he died. Other than that, the viewing was cheerful. A whole bunch of the family that hadn't seen eachother in years, in some cases ever before, were catching up and sharing stories. I met several cousins who I had only heard of and one cousin I never knew existed. All of them are pretty rad. I'm glad I get the opportunity to hang with them this weekend. I we went out for a couple beers after the viewing and I guess we're gonna party it up for Uncle Jack tomorrow after the funeral. Fells Point had better brace itself. An old school Baltimore clan is roaring through.
I'm puzzled at how fast my cousins become friends. I don't know if other families friend up the way mine does. Any comments on that? Can you folks meet a second cousin for the first time and hang out like you've known eachother for years?
This post is petering out, so I think this is it for tonight. I'll be back on Wednesday.
P.S.--Save your condolences. He was really old, went fast, was a party animal, and lives on in his kids, neices, and nephews. May we all be so lucky.