Wednesday, December 23, 2009

When the walls come tumblin’ down - John Cougar Mellancamp

Some people ain’t no damn good
You can’t trust ‘em
You can’t love ‘em

This lyric pretty much sums things up with 99% of my blood relatives.

In August, I let one of those blood relatives back into my life.

She invited me down for Christmas Eve. That’s a 2.5 hr drive from Da ‘Brook and I have the two dogs to worry about since J’s in OH with his mom. It was pure laziness, more than anything, that made me say “no”. I didn’t want to spend more time in the car than I would in CT.  (Somehow, I’d conveniently forgotten that I do that for instrument and All Crazy all the time.)

I was all ready to hunker down and be all “boo-hoo, woe is me” over the holiday. I hate it to begin with, and this year’s is just really bad. One of the worst ever. I just want to hide from the world until it’s over.

I was sitting the parking lot at Shaw’s when it hit me. A) I *do* spend more time in the car than I do in CT on a lot of those band nights and B) I *do* have family to spend it with.

Suddenly, I had to be in CT tomorrow night.

HAD TO.

I’m not sure if this is a good thing, but it feels like the right thing…

I’ll know after I get there.