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Monday, January 28, 2008

{For the Sake of Progress}

Well, it is finished. I have taken off two of my blogger friends' blogs. I feel kind of sick inside; I'm generally a nice kind of person, and I don't fancy kiboshing people I know and love. Alas...Emily and Tessa must have been too busy to post, so off they came.

Still, I am a forgiving person, and any blogs that get deleted from mine can easily get put back on--just let me know when you've posted again!

Anyway...everything is changing around here. I almost can't take it anymore. First there was Matta's. That alone was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I am slowly getting over it.

Then, last night, the president of my church died. Gordon Bitner Hinckley. He was aged--97, to be exact--so it wasn't really a shock. But it was certainly a sad day. Have you ever known someone so innately good...someone who seems never to disappoint you--never let you down? He was that kind of guy [a person would have to be, with all those responsibilities]. And it's not like he was some unknown, mysterious celebrity who would never talk reporters or stay hidden behind dark sunglasses. The man spoke to me--to all the members of the church within satellite range--multiple times a year. I have no less than 10 eloquent (and meaningful) quotes of his memorized, right at the tip of my head. How many people in the world are equally worth memorizing? The world is a less-optimistic place without him.

So Matta's is gone; the prophet is dead.

But here's what really seals the deal, making this week a sad one:

They painted Golf Land/SunSplash. If you don't live in Mesa, or have never been to Arizona, then this shouldn't matter to you. Not one bit. But to anyone who has ever made childhood memories at the legendary water park and game world, this will probably come as a tragic blow.

{photo courtesy of about.com}

And even though it actually looks pretty good, and I can't really remember what colour it used to be (blue? white? grey?), it nevertheless makes me sad to see the changes. Gone are the old-school days of "my" Golfland. The Golfland where I went on my first wretched, wretched date. The Golfland where Chelsie and I flat-out spied on one of Lindsey's most thrilling dates. Gone.

Everything is changing around here, and I'm not so sure I like it.

Progress for the sake of progress? Come, now--is this really necessary?

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6 Comments:

Blogger theycallmeaft said...

"The world is a less-optimistic place without him." truer words were never spoken. that was always my favorite thing about him. his optimism.

January 28, 2008 at 11:32 PM  
Blogger Loralee Choate said...

Everything about blogrolls puts me in an ulcer twist.

You have guts. Any tweaking I did caused vast, hurt, mean emails.

So? I said buhbye to the whole thing.

However, I am wanting to give linky love to readers, so I am weighing different options that I will hopefully implement before the second coming.

:S

January 29, 2008 at 12:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your forgeting the unfortunate demis of Mesa Lutheran hos[ital too. This is a sad, sad day in mesa

January 29, 2008 at 7:20 AM  
Anonymous Key said...

Times change Camille, we can't expect everything to stay the way we remember it while growing up. It is truly sad. They also built 4 new buildings on the Tomato & Hay Field while you've been away. There is only 2 spots that kinda look the same. Do you remember the times that we would go with Grandpa and swim in the muddy water of the canals? It was great seeing you last night and I hope you make it to Canada safely.

January 29, 2008 at 12:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You spied on one of Lyndsey's dates? O DO TELL!

January 29, 2008 at 5:45 PM  
Blogger lindser-lou said...

hahaha, spying on lindsey's date...i remember hearing about that...but i think my favorite chelsie-escapade memory was when she ran her car out of gas - on purpose!!! hahahaha, oh how i miss that girl.

February 5, 2008 at 11:37 AM  

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