Kaylee ,'Out Of Gas'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Lunch today is roast duck breast and ramps. I keep thinking I should go back and have one wrapped to take home to mom... um...
Its not traumatic or even that upsetting to have to remind myself over and over again that she's dead but, seriously? Multiple times in the course of a meal?
Oh! I saw King Charles yesterday.
Possibly Camilla.
I saw a left hand waving out the window of the motorcade that was effing my commute.
Its not traumatic or even that upsetting to have to remind myself over and over again that she's dead but, seriously? Multiple times in the course of a meal?It's over and over for so dang long. It's the worst club.
It's been 10 years since mom has been gone and I still think I have to call her when I get home from a trip.
Its not traumatic or even that upsetting to have to remind myself over and over again that she's dead but, seriously? Multiple times in the course of a meal?
Yes, that definitely happens. Dad died in 2009, and when the last Indiana Jones movie came out in 2023 my first thought was, “I should see that with Dad.”
It's the worst club.
Truth.
Its not traumatic or even that upsetting to have to remind myself over and over again that she's dead but, seriously? Multiple times in the course of a meal?
The other day I saw something and immediately thought of my cousin S and how he would like it and he's been gone for over a decade.
I'm in VA. Haven't been able to see my nephew because of his school and play. But have seen my brother. I realize that we don't have a ton in common and finding things to talk about is awkward.
Manassas is cool though
It's been 8 years since my dad passed away, and I think I've reached the point where most unexpected reminders lead me on a fond journey through old memories with just a tinge of sadness.
I am going to read something I wrote at a Virtual May Day event today. Starting to get a little nervous. ETA: It's different with grandparents you don't see all the time, but there are things that make me think of them a lot.
I just realized that yesterday when -t asked me if I was doing anything for May Day, I processed her meaning as... May Day "modern-traditional style" like when my sister's class did a flag Maypole ribbon thing back in the, I'm going to say 60s. (I didn't exist yet, but my dad was movie camera dude, so I saw footage of that oddness.) Like, origins in fertility ritual, though I know it was teansmogrified into agricultural/season change celebration, still sort of odd in a decidedly not agricultural communuty in a private school outside of Wilmington, DE with a bunch of kids in uniforms. Weird. Anyway...
That is not the May Day she meant. I also conflated it a little with Cinco de Mayo, I think.
I mean, the answer is still, "No," but I might have said more if I hadn't been having a brain fart. Sorry, -t!