Of all the songs in the musical Hamilton, “It’s Quite Uptown” sticks with me the most. The song describes Alexander Hamilton and his wife Eliza’s grief as they try to accept their son Philip’s death. They describe this process of grief as “The Unimaginable” with lyrics such as: – And learn to live with the unimaginable – They are going through the unimaginable – He is working through the unimaginable No parent should have to bury a child, it’s unimaginable. However, it happens. Today is the sixteenth anniversary of the death of my friend who was to be the best man at my wedding just a week later. I’m thinking of his mother specifically, who had to go through the unimaginable not once but twice. Unimaginable. The woman is the epitome of resilience.
Taking the dogs to the dog park near sunset is a slice of heaven.
Things I never thought I’d say, “I bought a linear actuator.” I didn’t even know what one was until earlier this week. It’s for a DIY project and I have no idea if it will be successful, but that’s the fun, isn’t it? Sometimes the greatest lessons and funniest memories happen during failure.
I’m a big fan of how the Spanish language will put the exclamation point or question mark at the beginning of a sentence. When I take notes at work, they are often like a Bag of Randomness, all in bullet point. However, if I write down a question I need to ask or find an answer to, I’ll use the question mark as a bullet point to easily identify them.
I’ll say this about Sarah Huckabee Sanders, she served her president exceptionally well. In the years ahead, may her legacy of serving President Trump follow her every step ahead.
This story made me think of one of WifeGeeding’s friends whose first job out of college was to nanny for the Perot grandchildren. She lived on the estate in an apartment above the garage, like Fonzie but much fancier, and traveled the world with the family. I heard nothing but great things about the Perots. When she got engaged, they threw her a huge party which we were fortunate to attend and I got to meet Mr. Perot himself. I’m socially awkward as it is, but I never felt more out of my element.
Yesterday the movie trailer for the sequel to The Shining dropped, and while it may not live up to the original, it is entertaining if you’re a fan of the horror classic. I do think they could have come up with a better title for it than Doctor Sleep, which sounds like some villain in a Batman comic.