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Jul. 3rd, 2018 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seekingferretI have seen my niece! She is a baby, she is very cute and she cries and sleeps and eats and jerks her body around randomly. My sister is worn out and still figuring things out, but doing well.
My great aunt died last Thursday after a couple years with Alzheimer's. Her funeral was Sunday. In hundred degree heat, it was the shortest graveside ceremony I've ever seen, with a mad rush back to the cars after. But it was nice to get a chance to sit with family and remember her spirit and her creativity and her kindness, to remember what she was like before the disease. But Alzheimer's is so terrible and crushing to deal with. There are no words to describe the feeling of seeing a person you love unable to recognize you. It was not easy for my great-uncle, still spry at 92, to deal with the woman he'd been married to and in love with for 65 years... no longer being that woman.
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bohorseok appeared, in town visiting her parents, and we went to see the Highland Park fireworks together. We wisely picked a spot with a beautiful, tall stand of trees between us and the fireworks, but were able to move to a better viewing spot once the fireworks started and we realized that we were idiots. The fireworks were very pretty, although fireworks always feels like ballet to me in that I see evidence of a grammar of fireworks selection that I am not fluent in, and that's how I feel about ballet choreography too. How do they choose the order, how do they choose the pacing? I feel like if I understood these things, I would appreciate fireworks more. Maybe sometimes analyzing art doesn't make you appreciate it more. I may also go to the Edison fireworks tomorrow night, as they are actually closer to home.
We made a deal at work to work on July 4th in trade for having July 6th off, with the idea of having a long weekend. I am starting to regret this trade, as the scheduling has not worked out well. Then it turned out that I can't go away for the long weekend since I have family obligations on Sunday, wild floating family obligations that have bounced around to five different July dates before settling on Sunday. But I was counting on at least enjoying the Friday off, except now I learn we're expecting thunderstorms all day. So much for that. I guess I will stay in and read and go all out with Shabbos cooking?
My great aunt died last Thursday after a couple years with Alzheimer's. Her funeral was Sunday. In hundred degree heat, it was the shortest graveside ceremony I've ever seen, with a mad rush back to the cars after. But it was nice to get a chance to sit with family and remember her spirit and her creativity and her kindness, to remember what she was like before the disease. But Alzheimer's is so terrible and crushing to deal with. There are no words to describe the feeling of seeing a person you love unable to recognize you. It was not easy for my great-uncle, still spry at 92, to deal with the woman he'd been married to and in love with for 65 years... no longer being that woman.
Last night a wild
bohorseok appeared, in town visiting her parents, and we went to see the Highland Park fireworks together. We wisely picked a spot with a beautiful, tall stand of trees between us and the fireworks, but were able to move to a better viewing spot once the fireworks started and we realized that we were idiots. The fireworks were very pretty, although fireworks always feels like ballet to me in that I see evidence of a grammar of fireworks selection that I am not fluent in, and that's how I feel about ballet choreography too. How do they choose the order, how do they choose the pacing? I feel like if I understood these things, I would appreciate fireworks more. We made a deal at work to work on July 4th in trade for having July 6th off, with the idea of having a long weekend. I am starting to regret this trade, as the scheduling has not worked out well. Then it turned out that I can't go away for the long weekend since I have family obligations on Sunday, wild floating family obligations that have bounced around to five different July dates before settling on Sunday. But I was counting on at least enjoying the Friday off, except now I learn we're expecting thunderstorms all day. So much for that. I guess I will stay in and read and go all out with Shabbos cooking?