Cake and such
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cleverocity eating the most marvelous cake and wandering around aimlessly (the best way to wander). It was great to spend some time with her and laugh about all of the stupid things in our lives. After all of the insanity of the past week, it is so nice to hang out with a like-minded (i.e. crazy in just the right way) individual. It still boggles my mind when I think of how close we live to each other. Small world indeed!
As for me, I'm doing well. I had an extremely bad day on Wednesday and cried almost non-stop. No tears since then, though. I suppose I'm either too dehydrated or numb (or perhaps a combination). I'm feeling pretty good and I think that I'll be fine until Pookie (emphasis on the "Pooh" part, please) returns this Thursday with his grand pronouncement about What He Wants To Do With His Life.
I had database work to do today, but I chucked it all and instead spent a pleasant day cleaning the apartment. I went to the bakery for my usual Sunday treat and realized that it is Palm Sunday. The sight of people leaving the neighbourhood churches clutching their palm fronds reminds me of a Palm Sunday when I was in high school...
We had installed my oh-so-proper grandmother in a cottage next door to our house after Grandaddy passed away when I was 14. My grandmother (whom we all called "Mum") was a wonderful woman who lived in another, kinder age. Never seen outside without hat and gloves, she was the very epitome of a doctor's wife and a proud Anglophile (she flew the Union Jack from her flagpole and we painted her mailbox to match). Despite the best efforts of her three iconoclastic daughters, she was still determined to conduct herself and her life by her own standards, and was forever correcting our deportment and pronounciation ("A lady never..." and "It's 'ly-bree', not 'ly-ber-ary'").
We all adored her.
The Anglican church was located five doors down from Mum's new home and she had waded enthusiastically into her new life. Knowing of my mother's utter disdain for all things ecclesiastical, Mum never pushed us grandchildren to attend church with her, but we would occasionally tag along due to our utter and complate adoration of her.
Mum and I attended church on a beautiful sunny day that turned out to be Palm Sunday. This was my first experience with the concept (my mother had done her best to ensure that we were raised as complete heathens), and I enjoyed our little ramble around the church grounds. It had been a long winter and it was so refreshing to be outside. Indeed, the weather was so nice that the church doors were left open after we were reseated in the pews.
Everything hummed along quite normally for the rest of the service until I noticed a bit of movement at the back of the church. My grandmother was too well-bred to turn around, but I am only a half-breed, so I had no compunction with turning around to gawk. Even my lower-class Irish Catholic blood chilled when I saw the source of the disturbance.
It was my dog, Brandy.
Brandy was a bit of a wanderer and had gotten loose from his enclosure. Usually he would head for the beach and return on his own, but I guess that he had seen Mum and I walk down the street and wanted to see what we were doing. He was probably vaguely familiar with the church as my sister and I had taken him to one of our Girl Guide meetings that were held in the basment there. At any rate, he found the church and must have viewed the open door as an invitation. He walked into the church and made his way up the aisle as bold as brass. A ripple of laughter surged through the congregation as Brandy eluded my grasp and went up to the minister, who paused in his sermon to give him a friendly pat on the head.
I scurried up to the pulpit to grab my dog and led him back out of the church in deep mortification. I ran home and deposited him and then ran all the way back to the church. I thought that Mum would have been embarassed, but she thought that it was "lovely" that Brandy had joined us and that he was so "clever" to have located us in the first place. Brandy turned out to be quite a hit and many people made a point of coming up after the service to talk to Mum and I about him. It was a beautiful Spring day and everyone was in good spirits.
Both Mum and Brandy are gone now and they are sorely missed. Mum was a wonderful woman and we all fell blessed to have had her in our lives.
I'm afraid I'm still not much of a lady, though.
cleverocity eating the most marvelous cake and wandering around aimlessly (the best way to wander). It was great to spend some time with her and laugh about all of the stupid things in our lives. After all of the insanity of the past week, it is so nice to hang out with a like-minded (i.e. crazy in just the right way) individual. It still boggles my mind when I think of how close we live to each other. Small world indeed!As for me, I'm doing well. I had an extremely bad day on Wednesday and cried almost non-stop. No tears since then, though. I suppose I'm either too dehydrated or numb (or perhaps a combination). I'm feeling pretty good and I think that I'll be fine until Pookie (emphasis on the "Pooh" part, please) returns this Thursday with his grand pronouncement about What He Wants To Do With His Life.
I had database work to do today, but I chucked it all and instead spent a pleasant day cleaning the apartment. I went to the bakery for my usual Sunday treat and realized that it is Palm Sunday. The sight of people leaving the neighbourhood churches clutching their palm fronds reminds me of a Palm Sunday when I was in high school...
We had installed my oh-so-proper grandmother in a cottage next door to our house after Grandaddy passed away when I was 14. My grandmother (whom we all called "Mum") was a wonderful woman who lived in another, kinder age. Never seen outside without hat and gloves, she was the very epitome of a doctor's wife and a proud Anglophile (she flew the Union Jack from her flagpole and we painted her mailbox to match). Despite the best efforts of her three iconoclastic daughters, she was still determined to conduct herself and her life by her own standards, and was forever correcting our deportment and pronounciation ("A lady never..." and "It's 'ly-bree', not 'ly-ber-ary'").
We all adored her.
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Mum Mum circa the 1960's. She looked exactly the same for her entire life. Classics never go out of style. |
The Anglican church was located five doors down from Mum's new home and she had waded enthusiastically into her new life. Knowing of my mother's utter disdain for all things ecclesiastical, Mum never pushed us grandchildren to attend church with her, but we would occasionally tag along due to our utter and complate adoration of her.
Mum and I attended church on a beautiful sunny day that turned out to be Palm Sunday. This was my first experience with the concept (my mother had done her best to ensure that we were raised as complete heathens), and I enjoyed our little ramble around the church grounds. It had been a long winter and it was so refreshing to be outside. Indeed, the weather was so nice that the church doors were left open after we were reseated in the pews.
Everything hummed along quite normally for the rest of the service until I noticed a bit of movement at the back of the church. My grandmother was too well-bred to turn around, but I am only a half-breed, so I had no compunction with turning around to gawk. Even my lower-class Irish Catholic blood chilled when I saw the source of the disturbance.
It was my dog, Brandy.
Brandy was a bit of a wanderer and had gotten loose from his enclosure. Usually he would head for the beach and return on his own, but I guess that he had seen Mum and I walk down the street and wanted to see what we were doing. He was probably vaguely familiar with the church as my sister and I had taken him to one of our Girl Guide meetings that were held in the basment there. At any rate, he found the church and must have viewed the open door as an invitation. He walked into the church and made his way up the aisle as bold as brass. A ripple of laughter surged through the congregation as Brandy eluded my grasp and went up to the minister, who paused in his sermon to give him a friendly pat on the head.
I scurried up to the pulpit to grab my dog and led him back out of the church in deep mortification. I ran home and deposited him and then ran all the way back to the church. I thought that Mum would have been embarassed, but she thought that it was "lovely" that Brandy had joined us and that he was so "clever" to have located us in the first place. Brandy turned out to be quite a hit and many people made a point of coming up after the service to talk to Mum and I about him. It was a beautiful Spring day and everyone was in good spirits.
Both Mum and Brandy are gone now and they are sorely missed. Mum was a wonderful woman and we all fell blessed to have had her in our lives.
I'm afraid I'm still not much of a lady, though.
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Date: 2005-03-20 06:02 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-03-20 05:46 pm (UTC)crazy in just the right way
I'm putting that on my resume. Heee.
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Date: 2005-03-20 06:01 pm (UTC)And that is already on my resume...
I adore the icon. It's perfect!
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Date: 2005-03-20 10:38 pm (UTC)We still love you ;) *hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-21 09:26 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-03-21 02:42 am (UTC)I'm sorry Weds was so sucky - it's over now.
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Date: 2005-03-21 09:25 pm (UTC)