This hasn't been the greatest week ever. For most of it I was sick with either an ear infection or strep throat (I think the latter). Then Grandpa died on Wednesday afternoon. Which was good in a sense, because he isn't sick anymore, but it's still hard to deal with. The funeral will be Tuesday afternoon.
It's strange to think that it's been almost five years since Youth Tour. All these pictures of Memorial Day cemeteries and stuff on Facebook, so it's neat to remember that I've been there at Arlington.
My birthday was yesterday; it was pretty quiet, as it should have been, given the funeral preparations and all. But it was nice. Got the DVD of Inside Out, and a series of books on language by a guy named Mark Forsyth. Started one of them, The Elements of Eloquence, which is wonderful so far. Began rereading through the Anne of Green Gables series for the who-knows-whatth time, which is nice. Definitely needed after finishing Seabiscuit again while reading some depressing textbooks for my summer course. Laura Hillenbrand is a wonderful writer, capturing danger and tension especially well, but at a time like this, especially if not feeling great, that's not necessarily a good thing. I didn't much like C.S. Lewis's A Grief Observed, but it's the best so far out of the textbooks I've read for this course. Watched a strange, but good, movie on Netflix called My Girl. It's a coming-of-age story about a girl who lives in a funeral home, and one summer her dad remarries and her best friend dies. It would make a great novel, reminiscent of To Kill a Mockingbird if it took place in the early 70's, which makes it even more unusual that it was an original screenplay.
In sports news, an American rookie from California won the Indy 500 yesterday, and the Thunder will likely lose to the Warriors tonight in Game 7 of the Western Conference finals. Then Kevin Durant will probably head somewhere else. But the team will carry on somehow, just like Tahlequah will continue to run somehow without Jack Lankford in it. The Sharks and Penguins are playing for the Stanley Cup, the first game of that series in tonight.
Kaitlin's wedding last Saturday went well, it was at First Presbyterian in Sand Springs, which is a very pretty church. It was a good wedding, whatever those criteria are. It was almost like being at GBC seven or eight years ago - with the Buckmasters, Grahams, David Ipock, the Buenos all there. The Scotts drove up from Russellville to be there, their boys are growing up. Most of the Fergusons were there, Laura had just about left for North Carolina for her summer job. Good to see Josh again. Also in attendance were the Wilsons and Ruscos, and half the Coxes.
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