I really don't even know what to write about. I feel about as motivated and inspired as a piece of burnt toast. No emotion. I'm tired, but a gratifying and admirable, an almost congenial tired. I went running last night, threw up, woke up early this morning and did the same route....but without throwing up. Actually, scratch the no emotion thing... I am exhilarated. Animated. Invigorated. Ebullient. Yesterday was a harmoniously, pleasingly great day, but it was one of those days that you don't realize how fabulous it was until you glance back. Just like you can't really judge a president until they're out of office, and the effects of their leadership settle in. You can't tell how good they are (or bad, in Bush's case) until their laws are executed. Yesterday, my dad told me that we are actually attending my cousin's wedding, this June in Islamorada (one of the Florida Keys). I absolutely love summer, beaches, vacation, travelling, weddings, the month of June (isn't it just such a "Oh, look at the lovely dandelions! See the green grass! Wear a sundress! Look at the brilliant stars!" month? Gahhh, I adore June!), celebrations with food, the Kerns, and planes. All that's left is my siblings to both be able to attend, then I am convinced few things could be more sublime.
Rewind to Friday. I babysat some of the coolest kids alive. Around eleven (no party animals here), the kids' mom came home and we hopped into the car and she drove me the three blocks to my house. She handed me some cash before I dashed out of the car and said the most encouraging thing I've heard all week. As my fingers fumbled around on the cash, slightly uncomfortable that I'm sitting having a sentimental talk with one of my employer's, I caught a few words that she was really articulating, clearly but quickly. She was saying how her family loves me, loves how I play with her children, how wonderful I am, and how I will continue to be her #1 babysitter. We need more of those people. She had no need to tell me anything she did, she had no need to drive me up the street just because it was cold and late, but she did, without hope of repayment and without question. Those people are the ones that save the cynical critics, like me, from drowning in this plundering and pillaged world.
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