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thanateWe left for Ohio in stupid summer heat and humidity, and by the time we got there fall had arrived. It even followed us back home. Projected highs in the mid-70s for today and tomorrow, and nice low lows, and it's beautiful out. Possibly I will even manage to do more yard work this week, which would be a good thing; if I can manage to get the vegetable garden sorted for a fall planting, that would be even nicer; we'll see what happens.
Ohio was full of grauwulf-family, most of whom felt the need to tell me to take care of the baby (um, I'm on that, thanks) but were otherwise quite good for giving his grandmother something else to pay attention to. The funeral was about what one expects from a funeral home service (well, except for the minister, who's apparently known the family for almost fifty years, and reminded me of what Mr. Collins would have been like had his obsequious classism been replaced by the inability to track all the way through an anecdote. Apparently Jesus is the Street Fair. There was also a moment of sheer writer-brain astonishment at a real person explaining that when this biblical passage talks about people sleeping it means they're dead. But it seemed to be what the immediate family wanted, which is what funerals are for.) Also, I'm a bit at sea over when it became appropriate to wear bright orange or wal-mart t-shirts to a funeral, but again, the widow didn't seem put off by this, so whatever works.
Now I have nice weather and a new flavor of hippie tea (which I got at the crazy organic grocery store instead of the one I really wanted because it was called "prophetic dreams" or somesuch-- but which had enough valerian in it that they actually stuck a "don't drink this while pregnant" warning on the label) and I should go vacuum and cut out quilt blocks and maybe write a fun story or something. Various people have been talking about writing things with stuff like pearl divers and antelope-headed women and things in, and I remember there are all sorts of exciting things I could be writing about. Which is promising in terms of the mental cycling; possibly the kid & the weather will even let me have my brain back for a couple months.
Here, have a picture of martian dirt & wheels. (These particular wheels belong to Curiosity.)
Ohio was full of grauwulf-family, most of whom felt the need to tell me to take care of the baby (um, I'm on that, thanks) but were otherwise quite good for giving his grandmother something else to pay attention to. The funeral was about what one expects from a funeral home service (well, except for the minister, who's apparently known the family for almost fifty years, and reminded me of what Mr. Collins would have been like had his obsequious classism been replaced by the inability to track all the way through an anecdote. Apparently Jesus is the Street Fair. There was also a moment of sheer writer-brain astonishment at a real person explaining that when this biblical passage talks about people sleeping it means they're dead. But it seemed to be what the immediate family wanted, which is what funerals are for.) Also, I'm a bit at sea over when it became appropriate to wear bright orange or wal-mart t-shirts to a funeral, but again, the widow didn't seem put off by this, so whatever works.
Now I have nice weather and a new flavor of hippie tea (which I got at the crazy organic grocery store instead of the one I really wanted because it was called "prophetic dreams" or somesuch-- but which had enough valerian in it that they actually stuck a "don't drink this while pregnant" warning on the label) and I should go vacuum and cut out quilt blocks and maybe write a fun story or something. Various people have been talking about writing things with stuff like pearl divers and antelope-headed women and things in, and I remember there are all sorts of exciting things I could be writing about. Which is promising in terms of the mental cycling; possibly the kid & the weather will even let me have my brain back for a couple months.
Here, have a picture of martian dirt & wheels. (These particular wheels belong to Curiosity.)