Behind my house is an alley. There is a barn on the opposite side, and leaning against it, almost in the middle of the alley, is the most gorgeous blue bike. Lately when going to bed I have found myself sleeplessly staring at the ceiling, thinking about the bike. I can see it from my window. I really want to ride it. It has been there all summer. It hasn't moved. It looks like it's been there for even longer than that. I keep on thinking about taking it for a joy ride. When Lindsay gets off work, we might do just that.
Lately I've been trying to figure out what classes I'm going to take after this coming school year. I've got all of them picked. The end is in sight! In a way I'm excited, but it's still over a year away. It seems like it's going to be forever before I'm done. And then what?
My grandpa is going into heart surgery tomorrow. He is 2 months from being 80. I feel like he might die. I know it's a morbid though, but after my grandma died, it just seems like more deaths will follow. I really hope I'm wrong, and that he will recover. It's in God's hands.
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