Giving thanks
[Trevin Lang, age 3 1/2 months, proves you're never too young to enjoy a football game with the boys.]
Finally, catching my breath on an early Monday morning before I crash.
My plane leaves at 4 p.m. today, putting me back into Tulsa around midnight for a nice two hour drive back home to Bentonville. And it's odd, because I really do think of Bentonville as a home of sorts.
I came back to Eugene on Wednesday, to find that my parents had torn up the living room to refinish the floors. No piano, no couches, no tv, no rug, just an empty echo chamber with newly waxed floors. On Wednesday I stayed there, in my old room, the floor becluttered with a half dozen years of non-use. Thursday was Thanksgiving at my cousins' in Salem, and since then I've spent each night at a different house on a different bed or floor.
Coming back to Oregon has been difficult, as everything here reminds me of Lillian. Each time I see a red car on the road I have to take a closer look and make sure its not hers; this is difficult because she purchased the car only several months ago and therefore even if I did see her car I might not recognize it quickly.
I don't want to say I haven't had a great time. I love my friends, I love my family and I love Oregon. But between the weird sleep schedule and heartpangs, I can't wait to get back to Arkansas for a few more months, where at least I have a set schedule, a firm bed and a dog to keep me warm at night.
There were delightful things about this trip. On Friday Jan, Ricky, Laura and myself ventured up to Grand Ronde to sample the delights of Spirit Mountain Casino (I won $16), while Saturday we all converged at Will and Ryans' for the weekly no limit poker game (I lost $50 but not my temper.) I saw my friend Jenni for the first time in months (maybe even a year or more) and caught up on old times with my friend Grace as we watched Rent.
The baby, by the way, is Jenni's. She and her husband Kevin named the kid Trevin, a combination of his name and a friend of his, Travis Troy [thanks for the correction Jenni.] Trevin's 15 months weeks [thanks Ricky] and 3 days old, or at least he was at the time of this picture.
posted by -Brook at 1:07 AM
12 Comments:
15 months or 3.5 months, figure it out!?
Bugs.
uh, i dunno rick, but last time i checked, 3.5 months=15 weeks.
:-) editing mistakes in blogs and not telling readers is cool.
That's my baby - mesmerized by the game! Cute pic. 'Twas good to see you, Brook. Luck with law school stuff, though I don't believe you'll need it...
By the by, for the anally accurate amongst your readers, it's actually a combo of 'Kevin' and his best friend 'Troy' - but that's not really important. What is important is that you spelled it correctly! Some try to do 'Trevon' or even 'Treven' - bugs the heck out of me - alternate spellings significantly change my impression of the name. Now I'm being pedantic...
Oh, and I realized I forgot to pay you for the privilege of eating your lunch! It's on me next time.
Miss you 'round here.
Jenni
No mention? What the hell brook. RB
that is an adorable picture.
did you delete my comment? I thought I left one here already..<_<
the pariahs of buttery popcorn club requireth an update from thee
*coughupdatecough*
Wow. I just somehow discovered this blog of yours, Brook. Way kewl.
No mention of the wierd, bald Irish transplant yet? Oh well, I wouldn't tell your friends you knew me either. LOL
Lol.
Hey there Chris! I actually didn't realize you were an Irish transplant ... guess we'll have to do some serious drinks on St. Patrick's Day!
you need to update, dear heart.
:p
say hi to Lillian for me! :)
Brook, hurry up and move back up here. Ricks just isn't the same without you.
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