Wooden Toilet Seats are Warmer

There's a profound power in a change in geography--even if it's only for a few days. Being around the same landmarks, shops, etc. so easily can drag one down with the emotions and nostalgia and bitterness of certain memories; escaping those remembrances for a short time, however, often makes it easier to face them once again, but with less attachment, for which I am grateful.

I watched my grandpa talk a lot these past few days, especially at dinnertime. Generally speaking, he seems to be less prone to feeling the need to talk to a whole bunch to people, but I've discovered that he is extremely passionate about food and what better time to talk about food than when you're eating it? I know you're probably thinking, "Well, of course, he's passionate about food--he's a man"; however, his passion about food is more founded upon the concept that it is extremely important to be cautious about the things you put inside of you, the "being healthy" aspect of food, if you will. I found it intriguing to watch his eyes come to life, this 83-year old man be more energetic than a 13-year old and, most of all, see chunks of food come shooting out his mouth because he's missing some of his front teeth. My grandma and grandpa seem to structure their whole day around food, preparing it and making sure it's healthy. I wonder if that just happens as you get older, you know, where what matters the most when you were a baby becomes one of the most important aspects of life once again?

I've also realized lately that I have a hard time missing most people. It's not a matter of not caring, for there are many people that I care immensely about, nor is it a matter of not desiring to see someone on a more frequent basis; but it just seems like it's fairly easy for me to get on with my day and not have it affect me too extremely when I don't get to see them all the time. Of course, there are exceptions: one person, who is countries away, and little children. And sometimes a few others. I hope that doesn't sound too cruel.

I'm at an interesting point in my life. Going to Utah and seeing old friends again these past few days made me realize this may be the last time for many of them. Many of them are going on their missions soon and who knows where I'll be once they get back? I guess I've just always been able to go back; goodbyes were never final. This time is different and it's easy for me, probably because I know I'll always talk to Joe at least.

Oh, and by the way, I've decided I like wooden toilet seats. It's warmer when you sit down.