I think that the series finale of the OC would have been better had they played #15 on Sufjan Stevens’ Illinoise. It would have made the cheese-fest less cheesy and more hopeful. That’s what I think.
I listened to Sufjan on the way to church this morning. Eva fell asleep in the back seat and we were early so I headed up Mt. Tolmie. It was pretty clear this morning, you could see downtown really well, and the sun was shining on the mountains as they ripped the sky in half. I live in a truly beautiful city. I don’t want to ever take that for granted… he gives and takes away.
Also I’m thankful that my fridge is working and my freezer, and the furnace, and I have a wood burning stove that keeps me nice and warm too. But the batteries died in my remote, so there’s something to complain about. Tim knows what I’m talkin’ about.
Anyway, I have a lot to say, but not right now. I always have things I want to say on here but it never seems like a good time. Mostly because I don’t have a lot of time to say it how I want to. So for now, I’m babbling. Telling you a bunch of random things. Talking about the OC and my appliances.
I have a George Foreman grill that I never use. Do you want it, Tim?