I know I'm bad
...cause I do the Bartman.
Well, it looks like the old trip back home isn't too far away. My last day of work is the 17th of this month...technically the 18th, as I'll be working the night shift to guard the merchandise. Sound familiar? We head out the day of the 18th for Tucson, so Chris can visit his older brother there. We'll probably stop at the Grand Canyon along the way, among other touristy type sites. One place we probably won't be going to, but which I would love to see again, is Crazy Horse. I went there 11 years ago with my dad, and they were still working on the head of the Indian then. I talked with a woman yesterday who had been there recently; she tells me that the head was unveiled about 7 years ago, and that the project could take another 40 years or so to finish. I wouldn't doubt it. The thing is 600-feet tall. Will it be completed in my lifetime? I mean, this is a project that started about 60 years ago. This is one of those times where I can see something that I know will end up in a history book along with stuff like the Colossus at Rhodes.
Anyways, I'll be home soon. I fly from Tucson to Atlanta on October 1st. Then it's back to working at the old library again. And I just thought to ask myself if I haven't said all this stuff in my last post. I'm too lazy to look. It's a whole lot easier just to keep typing.
I have really enjoyed my summer here. I find that I am a much more mature person than I was when I came here. I may have some new problems, some new issues to face and deal with, but I feel more genuine, more real, more here, though that is an everyday battle to accomplish, and I'll be the first to say I fail at least as often as I succeed. I think I've been failing more than not lately because I've been working so much. 6-day weeks, ten- to fifteen-hour days most of the time. I did take a couple of days off to go to the State Fair down in Palmer, though. It was pretty fun. Saw some huge honkin' vegetables, watched some motorbikes in a metal sphere (which, I might add, was wicked awesome), and best of all, ate a fried Twinkie. Man, I'm tired from working so much. I plan on doing at least one more hike inside the park before I leave. I want to go all the way out to Wonder Lake on Monday (that's pretty much as far into the park as you can go, and has the best view of Mt. McKinley, if it can be seen). Anyway, I feel in many ways that I am no longer the insecure guy I was a year ago this time. I just have to keep reminding myself of who I am as a person, how far I've come, how God sees me, and what I can and cannot do. (You know, for the longest time, I hated that I could not, technically, write "can not". It's just always gotta be cannot. Stupid white dead European guys and their stupid rules for English. Latin's dead, man!)
Okay, I think I'm going to pack it in for the night. But before I go, I just want to warn you to be careful the next time you're in the bathroom.
Oh, and, um, please, no comments about the timber industry. I'm really not interested. REALLY.
Well, it looks like the old trip back home isn't too far away. My last day of work is the 17th of this month...technically the 18th, as I'll be working the night shift to guard the merchandise. Sound familiar? We head out the day of the 18th for Tucson, so Chris can visit his older brother there. We'll probably stop at the Grand Canyon along the way, among other touristy type sites. One place we probably won't be going to, but which I would love to see again, is Crazy Horse. I went there 11 years ago with my dad, and they were still working on the head of the Indian then. I talked with a woman yesterday who had been there recently; she tells me that the head was unveiled about 7 years ago, and that the project could take another 40 years or so to finish. I wouldn't doubt it. The thing is 600-feet tall. Will it be completed in my lifetime? I mean, this is a project that started about 60 years ago. This is one of those times where I can see something that I know will end up in a history book along with stuff like the Colossus at Rhodes.
Anyways, I'll be home soon. I fly from Tucson to Atlanta on October 1st. Then it's back to working at the old library again. And I just thought to ask myself if I haven't said all this stuff in my last post. I'm too lazy to look. It's a whole lot easier just to keep typing.
I have really enjoyed my summer here. I find that I am a much more mature person than I was when I came here. I may have some new problems, some new issues to face and deal with, but I feel more genuine, more real, more here, though that is an everyday battle to accomplish, and I'll be the first to say I fail at least as often as I succeed. I think I've been failing more than not lately because I've been working so much. 6-day weeks, ten- to fifteen-hour days most of the time. I did take a couple of days off to go to the State Fair down in Palmer, though. It was pretty fun. Saw some huge honkin' vegetables, watched some motorbikes in a metal sphere (which, I might add, was wicked awesome), and best of all, ate a fried Twinkie. Man, I'm tired from working so much. I plan on doing at least one more hike inside the park before I leave. I want to go all the way out to Wonder Lake on Monday (that's pretty much as far into the park as you can go, and has the best view of Mt. McKinley, if it can be seen). Anyway, I feel in many ways that I am no longer the insecure guy I was a year ago this time. I just have to keep reminding myself of who I am as a person, how far I've come, how God sees me, and what I can and cannot do. (You know, for the longest time, I hated that I could not, technically, write "can not". It's just always gotta be cannot. Stupid white dead European guys and their stupid rules for English. Latin's dead, man!)
Okay, I think I'm going to pack it in for the night. But before I go, I just want to warn you to be careful the next time you're in the bathroom.
Oh, and, um, please, no comments about the timber industry. I'm really not interested. REALLY.
posted by Casey at 12:23 AM
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