Time Waits For No One or is it Tom Waits For No One?


Time Waits For No One, or is it Tom Waits For No One?

So much to do and so little time. Leiney graduates this Thursday. Abby celebrates her own graduation Sunday. Abby graduates next Wednesday.
 I made reservations at Piccolino's at 5 pm next Wednesday for a family commemoration of the event after Abby graduates. We went there a few times when Jenny was alive, the last time when restaurants reopened during COVID--I am not sure the event. I can remember Jenny being angry with me, although I am sure I don't remember why. Sometimes I deserved her anger--earned it even. Mostly though, in those years of her cheating, her anger toward me went unexplained and was unremarkable. 20/20 hindsight and all that.
 
I ordered plane tickets for August and Massachusetts. I am not in favor of this move. 3300 square feet and just me and a dog. That sounds like a recipe for the blues. I'm happy for Abby, I am just feeling selfish.
 
I have to go get stuff for the high school graduation party. I plan to do some of that Friday, and some Saturday. 

I bought a new gas grill for the occasion. I will take better care of it than I did the last one. It comes on Thursday. I hope before I leave for the graduation. 

Leiney just applied to UW Bothell. She won't return to Western no matter what. I get it.

So many transitions these days.
 
 
I am listening to Tom Waits as I write. Like espresso  or scotch, Waits' voice is an acquired taste. It is a lonely existence I am leading these days. I am growing weary of it, and am hopeful this summer brings change.


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