Ch-ch-changes...

One of my oldest friends from middle school is getting married this weekend.

My grandmother is moving out of her house this weekend.

I got my bloodwork back from yet another doctor and my glucose levels were high. Diet time. Exercise time. Change time.

I hate change.  I hate getting old.

The good thing is I asked my mom to get me something from Grandma's house.

It's a light switch plate.

On it is the figure of a cartoon tennis player.

The light switch is his penis.

It was in my grandpa's shed.  A shed full of memories of Grandpa and I painting crafts. Me painting in there by myself after he died. The smell of plant food, gasoline, and craft paint.  I can't walk through the garden center at Home Depot without flashing back to him teaching me how to do detail work on the faces of the Santa and Mrs. Claus he bought for me to paint by myself.  I wasn't very good, but he made me feel like I was the best craft painter to ever paint crafts.

I'm gonna miss that house.  I'm gonna miss that shed.  I'm gonna have a great time at the wedding this weekend with my pup, and my friends from middle and high school.  I'm gonna hike and enjoy life and forget the fact that the home that has 30 years of memories in it will soon not belong to my family. The wall that has pencil marks for height for my aunts, uncles, cousins, brother and sister will be painted a fresh coat of white.

I had a dream the other night that I bought the house and raised my kids in it.  Kevin frolicked in the backyard. Then I looked at the MLS and realized I could never, ever afford to have that dream come true.

It sucks, but I know my Grandma is going to be happy in her new home. I'm happy for her new adventure.  And I really, really want that light switch cover.