A Fabulous Mess

     I have often mentioned that anytime my entire family gets together we usually end up laughing and making fun of each other and various dead relatives over dinner. I say “entire family” like there are more than just the five of us, but still, we’re a lot to handle.

     The entire crew filed into church on Easter Sunday for the first time since Christmas Eve. I was glad to see that my church had wisely chosen to eliminate the choir since not one member of the congregation can actually carry a tune, but there’s still an organist and my dad. Yes, my father sits in the pulpit where the choir once rejoiced, playing his bass guitar to the hymns while probably thinking about how he’d rather be playing the bass line from ‘Papa was a Rolling Stone’.

     At one point during the sermon, he dropped his bass and it made quite a noise in the middle of the sermon about Mary being at the tomb, but we’re always delightfully inappropriate in church. This moment came in second only to when he fell asleep with his mouth wide open while the congregation sang the Gloria Patri.   

     My first grade teacher is a member of our church and my mom made us all go over to her and say hello because she apparently asks about the three of us every week. So, my brothers and I filed in line like we were are still in elementary school and said hello. She got my brothers confused - which is understandable since the youngest is 6′4″ – but she told me that she wonders about me the most.

     Not sure if that’s a good thing. I think not, I think it’s more like “I wonder if she finally got her shit together”. And the answer to that is pretty much a big fat NO. But at least now I have somewhat of a direction and no longer am using school as an excuse to a avoid the real world.

     My parents are getting old. I don’t know if I just realized this because I don’t see them as much as I once did, but my dad is really starting to remind me of my grandfather, his hair is turning white and he’s starting to look almost frail compared to what he used to look like. He’s a smart man and knows a lot about everything, but lately all he does is rant about politics and his job and how much he hates Walmart while my mom is becoming one of those middle aged women who is fascinated by modern technology. She finally got her own laptop and keeps showing my brothers and I things she’s found on-line. She even used the term “the Google” when showing us, and then laughed and said “Ha! The Google! Get it! Man, I even  know its not called ‘the’ Google.” Then she oohs and aahs when she realizes that she can look at pictures of the dogs in the pound that she wants to save.

     I love my family. Really, I do, they’re my rock. I only wish we were all in one room together more often.

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