It’s been kind of a rough week. Inexplicably, “I’ll Fly Away” (as sung by Alison Krauss and Gillian Welch) is playing over and over in my head.
Hence, these pigeons at sunset, on the top level of the Virginia Avenue Parking Garage in Columbia, Mo., on Nov. 19.
Life this week, in brief:
- I ordered a dry-aged prime rib roast for our Christmas Eve dinner. I’ve never prepared a big chunk of meat before, much less ordered one, so I’m reading up on the subject and accepting any/all advice.
- All my Christmas shopping is done — and the wrapping, too!
- Except, we are to shop for gifts for ourselves (to be “from” my parents and grandparents) because…
- …My dad is now undergoing chemotherapy treatment for cancer, which has him and my mom pretty preoccupied.
- This also means I’ve been assuming more responsibilities in the house, to help out my parents.
- Finally, I’m also trying to nail down my housing situation in York, Pa. I’m supposed to start my six-month internship in almost three weeks, so this is pretty crucial. I hope to get that wrapped up by early next week.
Next week, the holiday baking starts in earnest, my brother and sister-in-law arrive from Hawaii and I should really start packing for my upcoming move.
And breathe. Breathing is important.
(I also created my about.me profile/splash page. Check it out!)
Words and Light 
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