Return

Ever notice how the longer you put off a truly unpleasant task, the harder and harder it gets to go through with, until you've forgotten so much about it it no longer seems relevant enough to bother with (even though you know you have to do it anyway)?

Yeah.

After my last, more optimistic post, my grandmother took a turn for the worse and died in the early hours of October the 29th, and I spent Samhain in the funeral home after all. It was, at the risk of sounding irreverent, the most enjoyable funeral I have ever attended. Both of my cousins, only a couple of years older than me and as close to my grandmother as I was, have small children now, and it's hard to sit in the funeral home and cry when there are small children begging to be taken trick-or-treating. The service was brief and suitable, and while the pastor was only temporarily at her church and hadn't known her well, he too seemed to understand that having a little fun with it was the best thing for everyone. (I have never had a surprise belly-laugh at a funeral before. It was quite wonderful.)

Since then, the year ended and started over again, the Wisconsin elections turned out made me both sad and hopeful, I discovered a sudden and really quite shocking increase in my own precognition, NaNoWriMo kicked into full gear, and I've started reading Ronald Hutton's The Triumph of the Moon, many of which subjects I shall probably be blogging on again soon now that I've jumped the hurdle. Hello again, everybody. It's good to be back.