I would like to begin this blog with a word about packs of things. (I realize that this sets itself up to sound very stand-up comedian "Whats the deal with reconstruction"-esque, but take it more as the fruit of reflection on a facet of life). I'm writing from Michelle's new shabby chic guest room (a once goth-themed room now...well shabby and chic). Outside I can't help but hear the howls of a pack of coyotes...a long time fear since childhood. When I was a child living on a big hill in Thousand Oaks I lost two cats ("Magic"..who was not so magical. and Grady...who was infact grey) to wandering packs of coyotes. When the cats had gone missing for over a week and a half my mother or father kindly told me that the cats had become "Coyote-tacos". I would be lying to you if I said the loss of the cats had a deep effect on me. It was always bothersome to me that I had to work so hard to get anything out of them where as with my dog I needed to do nothing more to tap on the glass and he would come running. What really bothered me about coyotes was the fact that something was running around my neighborhood in large numbers killing things. I would lay in bed listening to the pack howl as they walked down the street imagining a kind of four-legged west side story without the sassy dancing or gentle twirl of Maria's party dress.
Anyways, for some reason tonight the little heart racing that happened when I first heard the pack howl passed very quickly as I realized that we're all kind of running with a pack. Those of us lucky enough to have a lot of friends can change packs every once in a while, but then we always go home to our pack. Right now michelle is sleeping in her bed with her sister...thats not too far off from two cubs sleeping next to eachother as part of the pack.
I dunno this pack thing maybe totally randon and not make sense to anyone who's not me, maybe its just in my mind because I spent all day with my dog (I took him for a drive and taught him the joys of corned beed).
ANYWAYS!
When I wake up Michelle and I will embark to Disneyland to meet people from school and proceed to have a wonderful time no doubt. Here's to hoping that tomorrow the year of one million dreams includes one of my dreams. Then on wednesday I'll be heading north with Darin on a semi-stereotypical college roadtrip to visit a frenzy of friends. I'm glad to be busy but a little sad knowing that when I come back spring break will be practically over and it will be back to classes, narrow beds, food on university, and hanging out with Gilbert people (one of those is a good thing...its up to you to decided)
I leave you with these thoughts:
If I'm going to go on ranting about random things like that concept of the Pack because of a fear of coyotes i've been toting since I was about three...maybe you want to second guess ever reading my blog.
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