Hey yah. So, here’s the question for today: is it actually possible to forgive without forgetting? The concept of forgiveness is such a good one — both for practical and moral reasons — but forgetting all Eternal Sunshine-y seems a silly move. And if one is pragmatic enough to remember in order to learn, then how does one forgive something constantly popping up in the head like a god d*mn warning sign? I suspect — but I don’t know — that past infractions must be supplanted with new, positive experience. And so, I’ll just look forward to that. There endeth the existential meditation. Don’t blame me if you chose to read it.
Alright, the grandparents place in Southern Maryland. Short story: the place burned down the first year I moved here. My parents had considered buying the heirs to the property out so we could keep the place in the family but, since I’m the only one from the Georgia clan here and the commute into the city would have been hell, and since the economic times are pretty trying for everyone, they decided just to sell outright. Now, did this cause me to sit on the dock and cry for 45 minutes last week when I went to help my brothers and dad move some things out of the winery so the new owners could take possession? Yes. In fact, it did. Did I resolve through my tears to one day be wealthy enough to buy the place back, out of spite if nothing else? Indeed. Do I feel like a little piece of my soul is still now — and always will be — sitting on that dock? You know the answer. But I’m glad I got to go through some of my grandparents’ things with my Dad and brothers. We told some good stories of past times. And my dad says that the people who bought the land aren’t total strangers to the family so I can likely go back out and visit any time. Supposedly they’re nice people. I just feel a little like something is over — something that was basic, elemental and very, very good. And so, I’m going to mourn it.
Anyway, we play Florida in our flag game tomorrow — and UGA plays Florida at the largest cocktail party in the world. Here are a few images of the team. They’re good eggs.
Here’s what I’m listening to for your enjoyment:
Finally, Happy Halloween Weeeotches!