Wow, what a weekend. So much happened, some of it happy, some of it quite sad, but all of it life. I haven't updated in quite some time mostly because Everything that happens shows up in one of my friends journals. So, I'll type all this just to remind myself that my childhood is really really over;
This weekend, Friday night around 2 am, my grandfather Elton Wunderlich passed away. He went rather quickly, he had a advanced form of colon cancer that spread to his lymph nodes. I punch myself for not visiting when my mother told me too, as the day he went into the resthome about 2 months ago was the last time I saw him. I also never really got to talk to him very often, we had interesting conversations along the lines of (and this is not a example, this really happened.) : 'Jeff, why is the sky blue?' "well grandpa, It has to do with molecules in the air and what not, how light filters threw the atomosphere." "Yea, I guess. But how do they know that? and who are they?" "Well, the're scientists, I imagine this sort of thing is what they do for a living." "I dunno if I believe them." "....."
Grandpa had a very analitical mind, but mixed with stuborn German, it just wouldn't let him believe. He was full of questions and things most people don't associate with old dairy farmers. I will miss him. I wasn't too emotional until I got to the funeral and saw him, and had to lift him to his final resting place. (I was a palbearer (sp) ) Then it kind of hit me.. People don't look very good when they are dead, i guess. I haven't been to to many funerals, or been privy to may of the deceased likeness when they were alive. (Delivered flowers to plenty of funerals..) Anyway, what happens, happens. My mom said the day after he died two screach owls showed up at there door, and flitted about completely unafraid of her and dads presence... Katie saw a Blue Heron, too, which is her families harbringer of death. The owls though.. perhaps something else.. perhaps not a harbringer, but a consequence. Grandpa was a farmer, dairy, and he was a lifelong bee keeper. A owl, a watcher of the land, would be a fitting re-incarnation of him. :)
Anyway, other things that lurk in the shadows of this; This weekend was busy, Mom and dad visited on the 4th, and later that day we went to Katie's mom's house to watch movies and eat nummy fajitas, devoid of beans, but good none the less. We followed Dede and Nathan out to the 3rd circle of hell (apparently somewhere down by lake Travis) and set off some fireworks. It was a interesting drive, and had my car not been of the suck, it would have been cool. I'm sure the people there were well intentioned in there own way and fine, but for some reason I simply do not mesh well with people like that. Call me a nerd or whatever, it's just not my bag. I've never been a beer & stuff party person. The stuff makes me very uncomfortable; Katie knows all about it. See kaanah
's journal for a whole lot of info on what went down earlier in the week, reference our exploration of many places most people probably don't go very often. I look forward to more of this, for----
My parents came back to see me earlier today at work. They had gone to my uncles place for the 4th. Lo and behold they returned with my DCS 560.. FINALLY. This makes me happy, even though it is missing my perspective control lens (he sold it!!! Arrrg!!) it does come back with 2 brand new batteries and my Cannon 540 speedlite flash, which in itself was a 500 dollar item, glad to have it back. The camera seams to work fine and although now I have NO lens from 35-70 mm, I am ready to get this puppy going again. Actually, the DCS will use my Rebel 35-80 lens, although it is not nearly the quality of glass that the other E-series in the pack have. oh well, can't complain too much.. such is life. :)