I have not written anything on here or anywhere else for a very long time. I have been preoccupied with other things, namely keeping up at work and Occupying Redlands, and now (possibly) grant writing for an autism summer camp. I have projects, real creative projects I need to return to. I wish there were more of me. Maybe I should eat more frosting and then I could employ my fat rolls to research distance education best practices while I revise the screenplay I need to revise.
In any case, I am back here because I would like to say that I am very sad for my father-in-law Jim right now whose mother is very sick. Our parents are always our parents no matter what and no matter the circumstances, something shakes you to your foundation when confronted with losing them. I barely knew my mother and, as much as I tried to deny it when I was younger, losing her has shaped who I am. It is always there. I wish I could do something to make everything better, to make it all go away, for Jim, who is one of the kindest people I know, and for Wanda, his mother, who is scared.
In the meantime, Jim, I will make you all of the cake that you want and bring Ben and Elliott to your house to put on Muppet shows.