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Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Silence.
Well.
Last Wednesday night, I was having a good one. I was out with my cousin, watching a funny movie and doing some shopping.
I get home.
My father then tells me that my grandmother is dead.
After eighty long years of life, the woman who birthed my mother and raised half of the damn town has finally gone on to drive God crazy.
I didn't expect to cry as much as I did, or that i would inherit the rosary I had made for her.
Now, I'm not religious, nor do I wish to be. I define myself as agnostic, and I am politely hostile to anyone who wishes to force me to change my mind. But there was something divine in the way my mother, her sister, my sister, and my cousin (all women, all formidable, all bawling) looked, dressed in black at the head of my grandmother's coffin.
It was surreal to see the was the funeral home filled up with people from all over. An institution had fallen, or at least changed administration in a big way.
Last night, at the wake, I was the last one out of the room.
I went up to her, and I wanted so badly to touch her, to make sure that it wasn't a dream, but there was a veil on her so I didn't.
Then the veil fell.
So I replaced it.
And it fell again.
I will never again touch a dead woman's face.
I miss her so much.
R.I.P. A.L.M.
1927-2008
Last Wednesday night, I was having a good one. I was out with my cousin, watching a funny movie and doing some shopping.
I get home.
My father then tells me that my grandmother is dead.
After eighty long years of life, the woman who birthed my mother and raised half of the damn town has finally gone on to drive God crazy.
I didn't expect to cry as much as I did, or that i would inherit the rosary I had made for her.
Now, I'm not religious, nor do I wish to be. I define myself as agnostic, and I am politely hostile to anyone who wishes to force me to change my mind. But there was something divine in the way my mother, her sister, my sister, and my cousin (all women, all formidable, all bawling) looked, dressed in black at the head of my grandmother's coffin.
It was surreal to see the was the funeral home filled up with people from all over. An institution had fallen, or at least changed administration in a big way.
Last night, at the wake, I was the last one out of the room.
I went up to her, and I wanted so badly to touch her, to make sure that it wasn't a dream, but there was a veil on her so I didn't.
Then the veil fell.
So I replaced it.
And it fell again.
I will never again touch a dead woman's face.
I miss her so much.
R.I.P. A.L.M.
1927-2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Che
Interesting things happen when I listen to podcasts.
Namely.... this guy--->
Last week, I was re-listening to some recent The Voice of Free Planet X episodes, and I got the strange urge to knit myself another lentil friend. Just in case, if you haven't checked out VOFPX yet, do it NOW. Yes, right NOW.
I'll wait for you.
Go on.
There. Now do you see how mind-blowingly fantastic this Jared Axelrod character is?
This new lentil friend of mine is Jacinto's younger brother. He is also an evil genius and none of you should be fooled by his guileless smile. He is terrible.
I used worsted-weight Patons merino in turquoise, which is rapidly becoming my favorite color.
I also wonder if there's anybody reading this.
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