Plea, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief? Wesley: There's love. There's hope...for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy...that your life will lead you to some joy...that after everything...you can still be surprised. Illyria: Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?
'Shells'
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
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.
sj - Nov 26, 2019 6:25:33 am PST #14045 of 30019
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Zenkitty - Nov 26, 2019 6:43:37 am PST #14046 of 30019
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Plei, I'm so sorry.
Matt the Bruins fan - Nov 26, 2019 7:00:02 am PST #14047 of 30019
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
My condolences, Plei.
Mom's plan is to have her ashes combined with Dad's, then I'm to scatter them over the family plot (in a lovely smalltown graveyard with oak trees and a gentle hillside leading down to a meadow) and somewhere up in the Ozarks where they had their honeymoon. I may end up dodging authorities to do it, but it'll be like having one last adventure with them.
NoiseDesign - Nov 26, 2019 7:12:01 am PST #14048 of 30019
Our wings are not tired
The ashes for both of my parents are in urns, and I'm assuming still sitting on a shelf at their old house which my sister now has. I do not expect to see those ashes every again unfortunately.
Jesse - Nov 26, 2019 7:46:20 am PST #14049 of 30019
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Every time I think, "oh man, I really have to get cracking on that work I'm supposed to get done today...." it's almost time for another meeting! Good news/bad news.
dcp - Nov 26, 2019 8:49:14 am PST #14050 of 30019
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Does anyone have knowledge on how to start freelancing?
Zenkitty - don't forget about the consequences to your income tax preparation. Most freelancers receive a form 1099-MISC. Will your employer be withholding any taxes for you? Will you be filing a Schedule C? Will you be able to claim any expenses?
I cannot offer tax advice, but I can point you toward some resources. Profile address is good.
Beverly - Nov 26, 2019 9:09:30 am PST #14051 of 30019
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Have I told this story before? Before we picked up StE's ashes, I searched for antique and vintage silver snuffboxes, pillboxes, and matchsafes, H spent some time spooning a thimbleful of ashes into each container and soldering them closed.
We made one for each of his kids, one for his brother, two for H and I have three, two of which can be worn as a pendant.
To some people it seems macabre, but for us it was, and remains, comforting. We've scattered his ashes in places he loved, and in places he'd wanted to see but never got to visit. We scattered some at a family only service at a local landmark with a gorgeous view, so his kids will have someplace to "visit" him.
lisah - Nov 26, 2019 9:47:26 am PST #14052 of 30019
Punishingly Intricate
Jesse, we seem to have the same job today.
Jesse - Nov 26, 2019 9:53:32 am PST #14053 of 30019
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I did a little! But not enough. We are allowed to leave at 1 tomorrow, but I don't think I'll actually make it out by then.
My mother already wants to make plans for Christmas, and I've been trying to get her to go to the movies for years, so I just looked to see what will be playing, and it's Little Women! She will definitely go for that. Now if I can just get her to turn down the annoying person's dinner invitation.
amyparker - Nov 26, 2019 10:02:58 am PST #14054 of 30019
You've got friends to have good times with. When you need to share the trauma of a badly-written book with someone, that's when you go to family.
Everyone in the Denver office at Jim's employer was told to work from home today - someone said in the Slack channel that he was measuring three feet of snow in his backyard. Here there has been light rain, with hummingbirds checking the balcony for snacks.
My next-door neighbors are in town for the week, and it's weird. They bought the place as a retirement property and only visit from Connecticut a few times a year, so hearing the outer door open and close when we're not expecting company or a package means a moment of "Wait, what? Oh, right, Richard and Julie are here."