Yesterday was a planned travel day – Rochester to Chattanooga the long way. Today I hadn’t anticipated. Mother and I are headed down to North Alabama this afternoon for a family reunion tomorrow (I thought it was going to be a Sunday day trip). So no getting used to a bed yet, but I will get to have a meal or two with an aunt and uncle I haven’t seen much of for a long time.
. . . exactly. But gosh he had a lot of clothes in his well-organized walk-in closet. Most of them are now down at Northside Neighborhood House for resale or free distribution. Some big guys are going to dress well this fall.
Let me tell you – EVERYONE other than retail takes off Memorial Day.
Furious funeral prep and tending to the affairs of the dead can continue as of start of business today.
I’ve been too busy to think about this for a few days. My father died suddenly on Saturday (it’s hard to say unexpectedly, since he’d been expecting to die for the last 45 years, ever since his first heart attack at 35). He went very quickly (I’d say immediately but I haven’t talked to the doctor yet) and without any more hospital stays, which I know is how he hoped it would turn out.
So – the family is fogging in; 2 aunts have made it in and my sister’s crew just arrived. All the formal arrangements seem workable. I’m grateful for many friends who are making it all much easier.
So I washed my new black sweater (thanks, Cate – I love it!) for the first time on Saturday. It had picked up some little spots of this and that across the semester. Our rendezvous Monday morning was at 9, and it was chilly enough for a sweater. I had cappuccino and a cornetto con ciocolato at a bar up on the Quirinale close to the rendezvous point. It wasn’t firm chocolate or creamy nutella – it was runny delicious chocolaty goodness which dribbled down my sweater front.
Alas – it’s in the wash again, and I’m sure it’s fading.
Nothing like buying things online and having notifications delivered by email. Beer of the month club solves all those brother-in-law problems.
I have to make a sudden trip South for a funeral. This is not a handy weekend for it, and I’ve spent a lot of time in the last 48 hours on the US Airways website. I must say its easy to navigate – the seat-choosing function is positively elegant!
Originally Rochester > Charlotte > Chattanooga.
Now, thank you Winter, Rochester > Boston > Charlotte > Chattanooga, and so much later-arriving in Chattanooga that the Tinklers won’t be at the visiting hours for Mr. Baker. We’ll still make the funeral Monday in Nashville, so long as US Airways holds up its side of the bargain!
On my way to NoVa/DC for my sister’s retirement. Yes, my younger sister. 26 years in the Navy and she’s out! The ceremony is at the Pentagon tomorrow, then a party at her house. This will (to some extent) be a family gathering for something other than a wedding or a funeral!
My father took it as a vote of confidence that his ophthalmologist’s secretary made his next appointment for spring of 2015 . . . .
And each parent had blood drawn at 9, then mother had her first post-op check up at 10:45.
Country ham, black eyed peas, turnip greens, corn bread, sweet tea (I’m usually an unsweet man, but a day like this called for sweet). My banana pudding is to the right.
Both parents home! They’re sitting on the front porch going through the mail. I expect them to holler for something or other shortly – but it’s better than having one or more of them in the hospital!