A little heartbroken
We’ve had some amazing weekends. We’ve had some crazy-fun weeknights. As of late, Nate and I are all about the fun times… happy hours, mini-holidays and successful nPost events. Last weekend was spent in the great northern hinterlands, exploring the pubs in Vancouver and then swooshing down the Whistler slopes (we explored a few pubs there as well). It was four days of much anticipated awesomeness.
As we walked off Blackcomb’s ski slopes last weekend, I sighed to Nate and mentioned forlornly that I have to wait for June until our next vacation. But OH! what a great vacation it will be… away from the chilly unending winter in the Northwest, we’re heading to the warm inviting sunshine of the Lone Star state. We love going to the Kaiser Ranch, and the fact that it will be HOT is definitely something to look forward to.
I was so excited to see everyone, to celebrate cousin Rachel’s high school graduation and to descend on the ranch house en masse in the loud, gregarious Kaiser way.
But now I’m a little heartbroken, and I know Nate’s in a borderline state of depression. At the very least, we’re both suffocating in a shocked melancholy. Grandaddy told Nate that he need not extend his Texas visit.
I don’t know what to say. Those are the words my husband uttered when he called this afternoon. Nate was planning to spend another week down on the ranch, after the rest of the Kaiser clan had finished their celebrating and headed home. But Grandaddy has three appointments that week after and it just “won’t work.” So Nate’s not going to stay. And Nate’s not going to spend any extra time on the land he loves. And Nate’s not going to visit with his only remaining grandparent. Yes, this isn’t about me, but I’m a little heartbroken too.
Rest in Peace Charlton Heston
I grew up on such movies as The Omega Man, Planet of the Apes, Soylent Green, and of course Moses. Some of the lines that stay with me to this day:
- “Get your hands off me you damn dirty ape!”
- “Set my people free”
- “Soylent Green is people”
He was the epitome of self reliance and strength, at least for an eight year old. Some of my favorite memories are of rainy fall Saturdays watching these old movies with my Dad. We chill out in the family room all day and have a great time!
Charlton Heston was a rare breed, up there with John Wayne, and Steve McQueen. Long live Clint Eastwood!
Who now to head the NRA? Can I throw my hat in the ring?