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Myrrh of Ember
Dec. 8th, 2024 09:15 pmAs I was saying to a friend, the weather seems to be completely random these days. There's no rhyme or reason to it. Today, for example, it went up to 49, and all the snow has melted. I think I'd enjoy it more if I knew how long it would stay. I didn't sleep very well, but we managed to get ourselves together for church. When we got home, I made the Sparrowhawk some more noodles, and we had a larger lunch than usual, because I felt we'd need something to help us get through the funeral. We finished up nearly all the leftovers that were left in the refrigerator, so I will have to cook something tomorrow, come what may.
I had brought my black dress down with a view to ironing it, but I didn't get around to it. I almost never do. The Sparrowhawk wore his dark suit and a nice tie. I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders to add a little color and keep me warm. It was a rather luxurious purple paisley weave that went well with the Sparrowhawk's favorite tie. Dragonfly had invited us to sit near her up front, but when we got there, the pew was pretty full, so we sat in the back. It was just as well. I knew I would cry too much for a front pew. The whole place was packed, and there were two pews worth of assorted ministers. We saw many old friends we hadn't talked to in some time. I was very happy to see the fearless leader of the instrumental group. She was in a terrible car crash a couple of months ago, and I wasn't sure she'd be capable of participating. She said after the service that it was the first time she'd been able to play since the accident. About halfway through, I thought "Oh lordy, I need to go home now . . ." but I made it to the end, and then through another hour of socializing. Finally we felt we'd fulfilled our obligations, and got a chance to say goodbye to Dragonfly.
The sun was setting as we headed across the parking lot. One of the ministers, a particularly elegant one, said to us, "You are very nattily dressed--the cane! the pashmina!" Lol. i don't think my humble shawl was actually pashmina, but I do think the Sparrowhawk was stylin'. I seldom see him in his good clothes now that he's retired, and it is a pleasant sight. We had determined before we went that we would honor the occasion to the best of our ability. Saying goodbye to a friend on the long journey only happens once. Still, I hope I don't have to do this again any time soon. I've been to four funerals this year. That's more than enough.
We were cheered up by a call with the Diva when we got home. Wonderful news--she and Kansas are coming for Christmas! The arrangements are still rather complicated, but I'm sure they'll work out. How lovely!
I had brought my black dress down with a view to ironing it, but I didn't get around to it. I almost never do. The Sparrowhawk wore his dark suit and a nice tie. I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders to add a little color and keep me warm. It was a rather luxurious purple paisley weave that went well with the Sparrowhawk's favorite tie. Dragonfly had invited us to sit near her up front, but when we got there, the pew was pretty full, so we sat in the back. It was just as well. I knew I would cry too much for a front pew. The whole place was packed, and there were two pews worth of assorted ministers. We saw many old friends we hadn't talked to in some time. I was very happy to see the fearless leader of the instrumental group. She was in a terrible car crash a couple of months ago, and I wasn't sure she'd be capable of participating. She said after the service that it was the first time she'd been able to play since the accident. About halfway through, I thought "Oh lordy, I need to go home now . . ." but I made it to the end, and then through another hour of socializing. Finally we felt we'd fulfilled our obligations, and got a chance to say goodbye to Dragonfly.
The sun was setting as we headed across the parking lot. One of the ministers, a particularly elegant one, said to us, "You are very nattily dressed--the cane! the pashmina!" Lol. i don't think my humble shawl was actually pashmina, but I do think the Sparrowhawk was stylin'. I seldom see him in his good clothes now that he's retired, and it is a pleasant sight. We had determined before we went that we would honor the occasion to the best of our ability. Saying goodbye to a friend on the long journey only happens once. Still, I hope I don't have to do this again any time soon. I've been to four funerals this year. That's more than enough.
We were cheered up by a call with the Diva when we got home. Wonderful news--she and Kansas are coming for Christmas! The arrangements are still rather complicated, but I'm sure they'll work out. How lovely!
