I’m sad today. It’s Friday and it’s sunny and I should totally be happy, but I’m not.
I move in eight days. Not only is moving a giant pain in the arse, but it’s sad. I’ve lived in the same place for the past two years with my little family (me, Shel, Charlotte, Charlie and Henry). I know my neighbors. I’m comfortable with my surroundings (except when I have to sleep at home alone!). I love the location. Now I’ve gotta pick up and leave all of it behind. Also, when Shel and I moved into that apartment, I think it’s fair to say that we had high hopes for the future. Normally when people move in together, they’re moving towards something. And it’s really heartbreaking that things didn’t work out.
Now, to put things into perspective, the second reason for my gloom… Mr. Kohler, my neighbor in Pittsburgh, wasn’t expected to make it through the night. As I’m sitting here typing this, I don’t know if he’s still alive. To be honest, I don’t know in which religion I would classify myself. I’m Catholic but don’t know about the whole “Jesus is the son of God” thing. So, that would make me non-Christian, but how can I not be Christian and still be Catholic? I’m just plain old confused, I guess. Anyway. Despite my confusion, I chose to believe that there’s a higher being (God) and he has a plan for everyone. Things don’t just happen at random, they happen for a reason. In this instance, however, I have no idea why they’re happening. I’m so lucky that, after 26 years of life, I’ve really only lost two people close to me: my grandma and Aunt Natalie. But those two people were super close to me, and they were strong and funny and sweet and nurturing. They were the two women closest to me besides my mother. And they’re not here anymore. Meanwhile I’m related to some pretty miserable people, and I know plenty more, and they’re still alive and kicking. I guess I just don’t understand the rhyme and reason to it all, and maybe I’m not supposed to. Mr. Kohler is another one who can be described by a million positive adjectives and who is dying too soon. Since my mother called me yesterday evening, my thoughts haven’t strayed far from the Kohler family. Especially John. We’re close to the same age and I can’t even imagine losing my father right now.
Ok, so enough w/ the depressing stuff.
My new motherboard for my laptop came in the mail and in exchange for replacing it, I offered to make Shel dinner. Spaghetti! It’s easy to make and he likes it, so it was a win-win. Anyway. I made the rigatoni noodles and once they were finished, I grabbed the new bottle of sauce from the cabinet, opened it, and was greeted by green mold floating around the top. I checked the expiration date, which was 9/2006, and was dumbfounded. I figured “whatever”, threw it away, and told Shel that there would be no dinner. Shel was like, “Dude, there’s a whole bottle of sauce in the cabinet. I just used it the other week to dip my breadsticks.” So, turns out the genius that is Shel used the sauce and then, not knowing any better, put the bottle back in the cabinet rather than the fridge. Hence the mold. Oh well… I got a free trip to IHOP out of the whole deal, so I was a happy camper!