Saturday, August 2, 2014

The moon, crates, and talking birds

Hey Wifa.

I hope you got some good rest.

It was so good to finally see you. I have been missing you so much. It just doesn't feel right to not have you around. We are making due, I guess.

Anyway, I worked all day.

In the morning, I cleaned the house. Wiped the counters, did the dishes, did a load of laundry, swept and vacuumed the floor. After that, I started working on the moon vinyl. I didn't know how to go about it at first, but settled on editing in Illustrator.


Before going to dinner with my mom and aunt, I ran to the store to stock up on some things. Pumpkin, chicken, breakfast, and dinner stuff. When I got home, I unloaded the groceries and fed the dogs then head to Aurora. 

Dinner was pleasant enough. We talked about my mom's horses and the like. At the end, my mom mentioned that my uncle's ex-wife saw a medium in Wisconsin. I guess she ended up sending a note to my grandma saying that the medium identified three things pertaining to Darius: a bench, baseball hats, and birds. I assume you know what the first two relate to, but the birds, she said are my brother's way of trying to communicate with my grandma. My mom and aunt said that my grandma mentioned an influx of hummingbirds. I could see my mom getting emotional while recounting what my grandma said the medium had said. It is a really roundabout weird story. It is still hard to believe Darius died. I wish he could communicate through birds, it would be a infinitely distant second to having him back, but it'd work for me. 

I got home around 8ish and continued to research this crating biz. I found a pretty funny instructional video. The guy is a kook, but helpful. On Monday, I need to track down packing materials.




That's it for tonight. I was hoping to take some pictures, but didn't get to it. Tomorrow! I am thinking about taking the dogs to Wash. Also, cutting my hair, hehehe.


Love you so much, always and forever! I hope you have an excellent first day of class. I can't wait to hear about it. I will be dreaming of you! Love love love.


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