In a week that's been the kind of week where you half-expect to find that someone's died (and, lo and behold, someone did--my great aunt Marie. That's three, by the way. Have you ever heard the old saw about deaths always coming in threes? It's always been true for me. A couple of weeks ago, another uncle died. He'd married in and then divorced again, years ago. I didn't know him. I can't remember if I've ever even met him in person, but I know he was a good man, and I feel for my cousins), it's the little things that keep you going.
I was walking home the other day in a misty sort of rain, and spotted a goldfinch fluttering about on the half-wilted wildflowers that line the roadside. A little burst of color in an exceptionally
grey day (I mean, really, REALLY grey. REALLY grey), I watched him for so long that I missed the traffic signal. Eh, so what? He was cute, and beautiful, and watching him, I realized that he was bathing in the rain collected on the petals. Bathing birds are so funny. They fluff up, and roll around, and chirp in ways that don't at all resemble their normal calls.
Last night, after panicking in gregor_asmadi
's LJ in (hopefully) amusing fashion, I got my paycheck and went out to claim copies of the Star Wars movies for my very own. Expecting to spend something on the order of $95, I instead found a collected tin for $70...and what's more, the guy at the counter, for whatever reason, rang me in at $10 less than that. I pointed it out to him, but he shrugged and said, with a twinkle in his eye, "I guess you get a discount, then." No idea whether there's some limited-time discount, or if he liked my looks, or was just gracious about making a mistake. Nearly $40 off is a small grace that I'm willing to accept.
Now, Great Aunt Marie. She was my grandmother's sister, and that is the thing that concerns me most at the moment. Her husband, and then her sister in, oh, about two months? Egad. Anyway. I haven't known Marie well in many years, though she used to be around quite often when I was young. I remember enough, though, to miss her, and I know it's much worse for my mom's generation, to whom she was like a second mother. Aunt Marie was a beautiful lady, elegant, well-spoken, and sweet as honey. She hadn't been healthy in some time. In and out of the hospital for various reasons over the last few years, it was a question as to whether she or Grandpa would be the first to go.
But I am very grateful about one thing. Several months ago...was it this year, or last year?...my Aunt Carolyn (Mom's sister) came to me and asked if there was any way we could get a little family reunion going, because Grandma really missed Aunt Marie. It'd been years since they'd last seen each other in person. She showed me one of the letters they'd written--don't remember if it was Grandma's or Marie's, now--that said something to the effect of, "I don't know if we'll ever see each other again in this world, or if we'll next meet in Heaven." It was written in that anachronistic, almost fatalistic way that you see sometimes from people in an older generation. So...well, what could I do but make sure it happened? I called some people, and a month or so later, everyone got together here in State College (a halfway point between their homes; important, because Grandpa and Aunt Marie weren't in a shape to travel long) for a day-long reunion. I'm very glad for that.
So. You needn't worry about me. I'm not shattered or anything. It just seems to be a melancholy sort of week...in case the tone of this post didn't make that obvious. :) The point of all this has more to do with the funny way things work sometimes.
PS: Computers are EVIL!!!!! If I didn't think I'd chip a tooth, I'd freaking gnaw
my roommate's computer into plastic dust and metal shards. Oh, it's fixed, now. I had to send the damned thing out, and what'd they do? Unplugged things, plugged 'em back in the same way, and...oh, look! I just spent $60 on a problem that apparently didn't exist! RARGH. It didn't work when I
Okay. Over that now. Did I say a melancholy week? Perhaps we should revise it as "complex." It has been a "complex" week. With quotation marks. Have a great weekend, kiddies!