Well, as you can see, I survived the weekend all in one piece. I am home. Mom and I had a pretty shaky start -- including a blowup before we even left the airport. But I am pleased to say that we ended up having a productive and relatively enjoyable weekend. Her house is significantly cleaner than when I arrived, and shorter on its supply of bleach (that was for you Loo).
We even took in a concert of sorts on Saturday night. Joe Rozum and friends. He is a jazz pianist. Well, kind of jazz, kinda fusion, kinda... Who knows. The music was pretty good and he was entertaining. It was funny -- as he was closing the show, he even said something about coming to Vegas this week. "How cool!," I thought to myself, "I'll take Ken to see him." Then it hit me...
My plane landed at 6:10, and Ken's took off at 11:15 pm. That meant we had enough time to have dinner, hang with his folks for a few and then sweep him off to the airport. Canada for work. It was the lonliest ride home from an airport I can recall in recent past. Neither of us wanted him to go, but ya do what ya gotta do.
Do you ever notice that when you simply do what you have to do, it may suck, but everything turns out OK in the end. I did what I had to do this weekend. Mom and I ended up OK. Ken and I will be great when he gets home. It is just a matter of you do what you have to do. My best friend is a stress monkey, but she does what she has to do an it all ends up OK. It seems to be the way...
Unfortunately, though, in some instances, it is not the case. In Iraq and Afghanistan, the soldiers are doing what they have to do -- at least according to someone higher up. They are not all OK. We are burying them at alarming rates. But one can only hope that in the end, they are not dying in vain and that they know it will all be OK, cause they did what they had to do. ( That end part kinda crept up on me.)
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I think that is part of life sometimes, doing what you have to do to get through it. It is what makes us stronger.
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