Today I went to the coffee shop to kill time. I'll be leaving tomorrow, likely after I donate blood because I made the commitment several months ago. I bought something with a lot of espresso- mocha-blah-blah-something-and sat down with every intention of writing. Of course I didn't write much; ninty-five percent of the time I don't. But I thought about my situation a bit more.

 I want to get back into University of course. I need my doctorate. But I am seriously considering taking a bit of time off and just going. My Father's biological father left his mother and her five children when my Dad was sixteen and he only saw him once more before he passed away in some seedy hotel room, drunk and alone. My grandmother remarried and it is her husband I have always considered my grandfather. I've not spoken to him in probably twelve years. When my Father passed away, my aunt took it upon herself to give my phone number to my grandfather and his new wife in Texas. It was interesting hearing from him and meeting her via phone. They invited me out to visit and I may take them up on that offer.

 My uncle in California also invited me to stay if I wanted to come out and spread my Father's ashes or just hang out and go fishing.

 I think that it would be good for me to get out and see family. I need to spread my Father's ashes. I would like to go see my Father's biological father's grave in Portland, Oregon. One day my Dad was on his way to work and decided to drive from California to Oregon to see his dad's grave. He got all the way there, to the gate, and couldn't do it. He turned around and drove home. I have an odd need to do that for him.

 I've no idea if I will actually do it, but it's another option. In the meantime it's back to New York to hang out with my little brothers and to pick up my mutt. Have a good week!