I'm so tired that I read that as "Batman."

Me too.

Matilda, in breaking news - still insanely adorable.

Meanwhile, in the world of me (and I apologise for the juxtaposition with the remark about Matilda's adorability), my grandmother just died.

Have cried quite a lot, and am feeling weird and headachey and head-go-boom. But in a happy quirk of fate, my wee sister and I were chatting in gmail about the whole thing when we got my mum's email, so we were kind of together when we got the news, despite being on different continents. (She's going to try to do a eulogy thing - there is no fucking way I could do that, given that I cry whilst reading 'Mr Wolf's Pancakes', ffs...in spite of which it struck me that it would be very, very apt to dig out my grandfather's poetry book, which I inherited, and which had a bookmark stuck into a page with a poem named 'Mabel' - I've assumed that it was put there by him, since he was utterly and totally besotted with his Mabel, by all accounts. I mean, so besotted that some 30 years after his death, one of the guys who was in his batallion in WWII showed up at my grandmother's door and said: "Are you Tom's Mabel?" and she was all "????" and he said "Hi - I was just passing through your town, and I had to stop by and pay my respects. Tom was such a wonderful bloke, and he spent the whole War talking about how much he adored you - we all felt like we knew you!"

Apparently he spent all day every day singing too, so I get that from him.

Anyway, yes - she's dead. And although I've never been at all close to her, I'm still feeling slightly wrecked.

And, sorry - I was saying about the poem. I think it would be nice to read it, in a kind of from him way, even though I never knew him (he died when my mum was 17). But I think I'd probably be a basket case. But still - maybe ought to try.

Fuck.

Mortality: it kind of sucks, eh?

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Family is messy, weird, and hard; even more so when death gets in the picture. ~ma for you and your family, especially your mother.

Oh, Fay. I'm so sorry, honey.

Mortality: it kind of sucks, eh?

In the wise words of Curly of the Three Stooges: "I don't wanna die! There's no future in it!"

I'm sorry, Fay. Losing family, even cantankerous family, tears something of the fabric of life apart.

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{{{Fay}}}} That's a lovely idea, the poem.

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The crying can be as much for the realization of the loss of a layer of family. I had a weird spell when I realized that I was part of the oldest generation of living people of my family. I'm going to be that great-aunt (or later) that the descendants say, "Huh, Aunt Connie died, we should go to her funeral."

It's sort of like ablative armor against fate, all the layers are removed until you're the one directly facing the universe. I take comfort that my middle sister has well supplied the future with descendants.

Sympathy for the loss of others who felt things for Grandma is also a source of tears.

In any case, weird feelings at a time like this are required. Many trans-continental snuggles.

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unintentional serial:

The local PBS did a little video piece on our current theater, as we get ready to move to the new theater: [link] Click on the "Think May 8, 2009" video. Scroll ahead 17 minutes into the show, which starts the little thing on us. Believe it or not, there is a VERY brief cameo of moi at about 17:50 on the right side in a red shirt, not facing the camera.

IOworkN, it seems someone from outside the organization is saying I'm talking to the stagehand union about making the new theater a union house, or some such. Which would be the death rattle (financially) for this organization. Thankfully my boss, and the boss boss know me, and are like "that's not BC, he's a team player". Kinda freaky.