Easters

Last Easter I was in Greenville and Memphis, and the Easter before that I cooked the psychopath's rabbit, and the year before that I was in Denver. This Easter I went to the beach on Ship Island and it was perfect except I can't believe there's such a nice beach so close to New Orleans and it took me so long to check it out.

And Gulfport is an unbelievable wreck. You get used to your local neighborhood wreckage, but it's still kind of shocking to see things fresh.

But worse than that, casting a bigger shadow on the day, was knowing that Mr. M is sick and far away and there's nothing I can do for him, and everything I say seems to be wrong. There was a couple my parent's age on the boat, holding hands and leaning into each other, and I hoped that Mr. M and I might be like that someday. But I worry about him. He's not exactly thriving at the moment.

Lots and lots has gone unwritten in the last month or so, and I won't try to catch up. I ended one semester and started another, and got a speeding ticket in Iowa in the interim. No grades yet, but I think I did okay. But in the last week I've been feeling depressed, overwhelmed, sad, stressed. Like everthing that was flying through the air finally landed hard on me.

In other news, I am now a certified election commissioner in Orleans parish, and I'll be working the polls next Saturday. I will be sure to post a report.