I procrastinated editing together and posting the Film School podcast episode all day today for some reason.
I think I was just tired. That’s been a theme for damn sure all week 😜 theme of this blog, really.
My grandpa wrote a journal entry every day of his life for like 70 years, and man, reading through those entries, he talked about two things *every* *day* for 70 years: what he ate, and where his body was hurting. That’s what was on his mind, constantly, before he went to bed each night.
On my mind, apparently, is how tired I am, and whether or not I feel good about the work I did or didn’t do.
I’ve honestly never really thought about the similarity there between me and my grandpa Hank, the fact the we both took up journaling every day, but it is certainly there. And we both have our particular obsessions. I remember looking through his journals once. They were on a shelf in my uncle’s living room shortly after he died. I remember choosing one from the 1960s, I think, and reading through a couple weeks. Then I picked the one that said ‘2006’ and I looked up what he said the day my brother Russell died. It was a short entry about how painful the news was. All his entries were short.
Grandpa Hank was a wonderful, kind man. Not all adults got along with him, but all the kids did. He was wonderful with children. His house always smelled like candy, newspapers, and old furniture. Like a grandparents’ house is suppose to smell.
I still need to write for a bit, so it’s off to sleep for now.
I love you all. Hope you had a nice weekend!
Ps- the A’s did *not* win today. Still…3 out of 4 ain’t bad 😎