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Linna Heartlistener wrote:"You DON'T know what a pirogue is?

It's a kind of Polish dumpling, yes?

I thought it was a type of canoe?

Linna Heartlistener wrote:D'oh, I don't think I usually think like that..
Done anything fun yet?

Fun? The object of leave is not to do anything at all.

Going to an exhibition tomorrow. Maybe will squeeze in a climb on Friday. Otherwise, no...just cleaned and shopped and done family stuff and hung bookshelves.

--A

wf wrote:It's a kind of Polish dumpling, yes?

that's a pierogi or a pirogi... also something people should know. Delicious.
Haven't had those in soooooo long.

Avatar wrote:Fun? The object of leave is not to do anything at all.

Going to an exhibition tomorrow. Maybe will squeeze in a climb on Friday. Otherwise, no...just cleaned and shopped and done family stuff and hung bookshelves.

Pirogue

1. A pastry-stealing bandit.
2. A rogue who is obsessed with math.


Wait. Wrong thread.

Sorus wrote:Wait. Wrong thread.

Nice.


Also, I come back here and I notice that I never wrote what I meant to under that Av quote.
So here:

"Those two statements seem to contradict each-other, Avatar."

Avatar wrote:Running out of leave...this time next week I shall already be back at work. *sigh*

--A

I hate that feeling. I've been telling myself - constantly - since October - "If you'd had a vacation, it'd be over anyway. If you'd had a vacation, it'd be over anyway. If you'd had a vacation, it'd be over anyway."

It's not helping.

Linna Heartlistener wrote: "Those two statements seem to contradict each-other, Avatar."

Walt Whitman wrote:Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

--A

My mother-in-law passed away this past week, and it's been a rough time. She was a very special person, and the whole thing has taxed everything about life...my parenting which has never been the best, my commitment as the sole breadwinner to the family, and much more. I've never known anyone to be more loved, and to lose her was devastating for all of us.

My daughter, who is inquisitive beyond measure, asked the other day if her grandma was going to have her head still in the casket, and I tried to explain to her that questions like that could cause hurt feelings while trying to balance her need to ask...

I'm just not cut out for this.

rdhopeca wrote:My daughter, who is inquisitive beyond measure, asked the other day if her grandma was going to have her head still in the casket, and I tried to explain to her that questions like that could cause hurt feelings while trying to balance her need to ask...

I'm just not cut out for this.

Which "this"?
(because if the answer is "dealing with mortality," I think: "we none of us are."
If the answer is "raising children properly," I think: "we none of us are.")

Keeping enough cool to think of both those things when dealing with a question like that from a kiddo is good. They need both of those things.
How old is your daughter?

Bless you as you grieve.
You speaking of your mother-in-law as a very special person is honor to her memory.

Condolences to you and your family, rdhopeca.

Ah, sorry to hear it RD. Must say I thought your daughter's question adorable.

On the whole, I often appear to have a different take to most on the whole death thing. It's perfectly natural, it happens to everybody, and once somebody is dead, they are beyond any pain or worry or fear. Our grief, real as it is, is inherently selfish. It's our loss we mourn, the absence of that person in our own lives. That doesn't lessen it, but it does, for me anyway, put it into a different perspective.

As for me, well...today is my birthday. And tomorrow is my last day of leave. Then it's back to work.

For my birthday present, I made a 3-hour round trip yesterday to attend an auction where I got myself an SA Police/Military issue assegai, something I've always wanted.

It was a lot to pay for something that will, as the GF pointed out, effectively gather dust, but what the hell.

--A

Rob, two weeks ago I had a letter to tell me that my stepfather had died. I never really knew him, having only met him once many years ago. My mother wanted me to know that he was a good man, and although he had no children of his own whenever asked he would say that he had three sons (me and my two brothers), in the UK. That really touched me and I greived for him.

I think on death the same way, Avatar. But usually never brave enough to say it out loud. Especially when I had to attend my brother's funeral ... gosh, has been nearly five years ago already!

Yes, it's still one of the few great taboo's, which is pretty strange, considering how common it is. But our culture avoids any mention of the reality of death wherever possible.

How do I feel? Meh. Back to work tomorrow.

--A

Peace and strength to your family, rob.

Back at work.

--A

Feel like it was a quiet day.

--A

Stag of the dawn has been out in the bush, teaching, all week. I don't mind a few days now and again with the house to myself. Last night I sat and graded papers while half-watching the X-Files (again). I just needed something mindless to be making some sound in the background.

Tonight, well... I'm afraid I'll hate myself in the morning if I watch 3 more X-Files.

No power so the gen is running. It does take away from the peace of a quiet evening, but I hate being in the dark.

Yeah, the only thing worse than the sound of a generator is not having power.

--A

Alone...I feel alone.

--A