Much strength for ita this morning.
'Unleashed'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Putzing around the homestead. I finally found some pictures I was looking for to do a mini-scrapbook, so I'll have time to get that out of the way (it's for a gift.) And contrary to the weather reports from earlier this week, it's looking awful nice outside so I may actually take myself on a wander through the local botanical gardens and see if I can find my brother's brick. Since he was cremated, we had a commemorative brick placed in one of the walkways at the garden. Only they've been doing a lot of renovation and they tore up that walkway. The bricks are supposed to be placed into a new location, but we haven't checked to see if that new walkway has been laid down yet. In a way, I'm hoping it hasn't because we still haven't bought a brick for my mother yet and we'd kind of like them to be side-by-side, if possible. So, reconnoiter time.
What Aileann said, ita. I know today is going to be hard, but I hope you find some solace with the other Kravvers as well.
Timelies all!
I could get a Tivo or other DVR machine, but I can't afford it right now, since I got my largest credit card bill ever yesterday.(Powells spendage + plane tickets + $1200 plus car repair bill = crazy high bill)
Well, I didn't find a Rosh Hashanah outfit at the mall. The dresses I saw were either drab business suits, party dresses or too casual. I did pick up some new bras, though that was annoying as well.(Why do the vast majority of colored bras have the molded padded cups? Those never look right on me...)
Oddly, it seems sunny outside. I can't actually see the sky, so I'm still suspicious, but huh.
Just realized that Nip/Tuck is premiering this week. I can't really get excited about it, maybe because the Carver denouement was such a complete clusterfuck of vastly improbably proportions that I no longer have any confidence in the writers. Here's hoping that they've all been fired and the new people are much better.
Will it help you to know that Christian apparently has some kind of homoerotic moment with Mario Lopez' character in a communal shower, and promptly goes into a freak out that sees him "butching" his apartment up in all black leather and chrome ?
(Yeah Christian, straightest thing in the world is going into a redecorating frenzy that takes inspiration from Tom of Finland...)
HAHAHA! That's hilarious. I'm being preemtively grossed out about Larry Hagman and Sanaa Lathan playing spouses.
Just had to unblock the sink to do washing up. I think it was grease from one of my flatmates frying meat or something. Nasty, in any case. Twenty minutes of plunging just to do the washing up, which I didn't particularly want to do anyway. Hooray?
It is 2:15 pm here.
Note to self: If you stay up until 2 am, you still have to get up at 7. If you stay up until 2 am, you will not remain awake after 8am. If you stay up until 2 am, you will not get out of bed until noon.
Sigh. Well, it is partly sunny out.
It is very sunny out here. I spent from nine until twelve seeking the balance between not frying/melting and being able to hear the speakers at the ceremony.
Estimates of attendance range from 800-1000. On the walk from the chapel to the gravesite we passed a man who asked "Who knows this many people?"
Marni. And there could have been more. I think the attendee from furthest away was from Japan. There were policemen in uniform, and policemen out of it. Almost all the krav teachers from our centre, plus others from further out. One of her pallbearers was a UFC champion.
I participated in the tradition of shovelling dirt into the grave. It was the second thump of soil hitting the hollow wood that most drove home that she was in there. Or that she wasn't anywhere right now, and that was because her body was in there.
I didn't look at the pictures they had displayed. I could barely look at her pallbearers and family. I did join the line to hug her husband, and I've never hugged that many people in one morning before. But it felt good. The hugging, and just the proximity of people I cared about who were feeling what I felt.
She's no more gone than she was yesterday. But now I know more things about her, seen how many people came at short notice to pay homage to all she'd done and been.
Now that I'm back home and alone it feels weird. It feels weird to think about it alone. I should lie down in front of the TV. My head hurts.