I have a new cell phone! It looks a little something like this:
I'm in love, to say the least. I actually wrote an email to a friend about my new phone and told him that if I never got a boyfriend, I'd be completely content with my phone. And that's when I started thinking how screwed up my perspective really is.
I wasn't really serious about being in love with my phone, but the fact that I can say it with such ease and people just as easily accept it is a problem. I was talking to a friend the other night and I said something along the lines of "I'd marry him based solely on his voice". He didn't laugh, but instead responded with "No, you wouldn't". And then I realized how easily I can throw around such important ideas like love and marriage for something as stupid as a singer or an inanimate object.
In other news, it's mid-term break. I slept in this morning until 10:30. I woke up at 6:30 originally, because I forgot to turn off my alarm, and then I realized how wonderful it was that I didn't have anywhere to be or anything to do (aside from mountains of school work) until later today. The only problem with being off school is that I eat all the time and laze around and watch movies. I also don't get to see all the people I normally do. I don't deal well with break in routine.
I bought the new Billy Joel CD, 12 Gardens Live, and I love it. It has all his greatest stuff on it (minus Leningrad), plus some new jazzy tunes that I've never heard before, such as Zanzibar. It's a huge fear of mine that I'll never get to see Billy Joel in concert before he retires, so I've decided to start saving up to see him in concert before he throws in the towel, so to speak.
I've got the old man's car,
I've got a jazz guitar
I've got a tab at Zanzibar
Tonight that's where I'll be
It's funny...
When there's volumes of things to say, I can't get a word out.
My grandmother, Emma Churchill Thompson (Dawe) passed away on Monday, February 5th, 2007. She went peacefully, comfortably, and as a very, very loved woman.
When someone dies, people only remember the good things. Maybe this is terrible of me, but the day after Nan died, I was thinking about that, and I was trying to remember some of the "bad" things, because I don't want to remember her as perfect, because she wasn't. And truthfully, I couldn't remember a single one. I remember being mad at her, I remember being annoyed, but every single time it was because I was in one of my moods and I wasn't in the mood to talk to her, or she was interrupting my "me" time, or she was just trying to get to know me better.
I don't think there was a more beautiful woman on this planet than my grandmother. And I'm not just saying that because she was my grandmother, because she truly was the most amazing person I have ever known. In my ignorance and my romantic dilusions based on fiction novels and movies, I thought that on her death bed my nan would "choose a favourite". What I mean by that is I thought she'd favour one of her children or grandchildren more, like she would ask for someone more often than others, or she would want one person to always be by her side.
But it wasn't like that at all, not even close.
The way my grandmother showed her love to her family during the last week of her life was exactly the way Jesus loves us. She had no favourites, she had no negativity - she just loved. She loved everyone just because they existed. My grandmother loved Jesus with her whole heart, and that reflected in her life until her dying day.
I thank God I was given such a beautiful example of his love on earth for the first 19 years of my life. He really does know how to bless his children.
Moring is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
And all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
