I'm sure that one day Nolan is going to grow weary of my pearls of wisdom, gentle nagging, and general lessons from my years of experience at trying to be a person. But for now, he has yet to show a strong grasp of the English language, and so I am forced to write down whatever it is that I someday wish to impart to him.
First off, let me say that it is not my intention to be self-involved and whiny. But most writing IS self-involved. And for me, at least, it is a way of expunging fungus-y thoughts from my brain. Like a good cry---you just feel better afterward. So with that disclaimer in place: It is no secret in our house that I appear to have been an emotional wreck, of late.
I don't deny it. But it has been driving me crazy trying to figure out why.
. . . We have had deaths in the family in the past weeks, and I know that weighs on the minds and hearts of many in our family. There are sicknesses, and there are deaths. I believe it was Kermit the Frog that said that "In this life, there are meetings . . . and partings. That is the way of it." (He says it when Tiny Tim dies.) It was from A Muppet Christmas Carol, which is one of my favorite movies ever.
And, just because I have been on a huge Jim Henson kick today (---Seriously. I've been watching my favorite songs on youtube, and scenes from his memorial, and crying. Like I told you---currently a nutcase.---), here is one of my favorite songs from that movie. Every Christmas I sing this song while I'm putting up decorations. And sometimes on birthdays.
. . . and sometimes in the bath. . .
(It's a good song.)