"Organic and glowing!"

Today's title is brought to you by my roommate Sharon, who was describing the fallout shelter in the basement of Whole Foods grocery store, just a ten minute walk away. We had a tornado warning for Dane county today (right during the evening commute!), so she along with all the other customers were escorted to the basement until the warning was lifted. I think this is an excellent piece of information, as I think that's the closest fallout shelter for us, and man you may never need to know that sort of information, but if you did--wouldn't it be nice to already know it?

My great indulgence for today was coming home around 5PM, opening up the door to my porch so I could hear the rain, strippin' down to pajama shorts and tank top and taking a good 1.75 hour nap.

Are you familiar with the concept of synchronicity? Dad used to talk about it alot (he talks about alot of things, of course). To me, it involves the same sort of element or theme coming up in your life in what seems to be a less-than-random fashion. Right now I'm reading "The Drawing of the Three" by Stephen King (which btw, is picking up speed like a runaway train). My current chapter has to do with a heroin addict (several actually)and trying to smuggle cocaine, and at the same time I'm going through the series "24" on dvd, where the lead character is trying to hide an addiction to heroin. And just TODAY I was in a used dvd/cd/book store and ran across the soundtrack to Miami Vice (yeah) and the first track is "Smuggler's Blues" which King has his character refer to, as well as Miami vice itself. It all comes full circle! WHAT ARE THE COSMOS TELLING ME THIS TIME? I hope it's nothing illegal.

On a more serious note, my grandfather on my dad's side has finally been moved into a group home, since his older sister is ill and cannot take care of him, and all his children cannot be there every day of the week, even if they take turns. I saw pictures of the place, and it's all clean and warm and victorian. I mean, it's very likely the very nicest place he's ever lived in, and he'll have people to care for him. But I know he's going to be so confused--he has some form of memory loss, and gets confused and angry when he strays from routine. He hasn't recognized me or mom for about a year, and he remembers my dad, his son, as "the guy who plays the banjo." It hurts my heart.

I'm really happy for him though, because this place looks very nice, and Dad had been there to check it out. It's just that this will probably be the last place he'll ever live, and I wonder if he knows that. I wonder what that feels like, to see such a nice place and know maybe it will be where you'll die. I'm not trying to be melodramatic about this. It could be really a relief to know it. All I know is that when I try to imagine it, I cry. But I cry about alot of things, and usually it just helps.