Eldon’s parents came to visit. They’re divorced. He’s remarried; she lives with her boyfriend. So he felt a bit strange when he made hotel reservations for the two of them. Made sure to get separate beds. They came to surprise his brother. Apparently his family lives to surprise each other. I asked how the weekend went:
I couldn’t get them to do anything. All my family wants to do is sit around and watch each other grow old.
For some reason I found that last line both hilarious and profoundly moving. It made me think that sitting around watching people grow old is perhaps the ultimate example of famil/friendy love and perhaps not. I don’t know whether to apologize to the people who came here last summer and I made them run around both Carolina’s in 100 degree weather. They did come to see me, not for me to prove culture exists here. So I’m pondering Eldon’s line .
Dissertations have been written on lesser lines.
And maybe that’s why I enjoyed this article in The Atlantic a little too much. And am still left with the question: what makes us happy? Does it turn out to be the story we invent for ourselves about our lives as we age? The rationale for having lived the lives we lead. So often spent sent sitting around watching each other grow old. I needed a more closed-ended answer but I understood.
Though I would like to think that the girl I was at 20–idealistic, fun (at least to me), inquisitive is the woman I am today–but hopefully I’m a better version
I’ve been working on a two or three part post for Psychology Today. It’s not completed yet and I’m spent.
Like Cooper, who apparently I once called a germophobic slut–must have been under the influence of the moon or something, I’m archiving some old posts. Only mine all have coding errors in the contractions and at the beginning and ending of sentences, so they take hours and I lack patience but if I’m going to leave a blog it’s going to be easy to read.
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