Red Lodge

Hey all, I’m back! I had nothing last week because I couldn’t think of a funny way to report my slow decline into madness and despair. This week, I dunno. I’ll talk about Fruity Pebbles or something. I just had a bowl. The end.

Here’s a little bit of a bummer. Sunday, my family took an old family friend to Red Lodge. This family friend, Vera, was like a sister to my grandma. After my grandma passed, Vera decided there wasn’t anything keeping her in town, and is moving to Arizona to be around her kids. Understandable, but it made for a melancholy day. Probably the last time she’ll ever go to Red Lodge. She bought me a bag of candy. It was touching.

I don’t know. It’s got me thinking about my mortality again. There will be a time in my life when I go to Red Lodge for the last time. Will I know it? Has it already happened? Have I already eaten my last Walnetto? The last one at least is unlikely, because I just found them online. So that’s something.