Dead neighbors aren't much fun. No, no, no...
FINALLY had some time to sit down and write today. I wrote a short story in my Michael series, yay. It's been about two weeks since I've written anything, and it was really starting to get to me.
I bought a book called Crochet For Dummies today - which will hopefully help me with some of the problems I've been having in my crocheting. I wanted to take another class, but the craft store said that the crochet teacher had retired. I guess I could try the one in Vineland. I may check there if this book doesn't do it for me.
Found out that one of our neighbors died sometime recently. I don't know when exactly, as I just heard about it in that vague 'Hey, so-and-so died' kind of way. My mother went out to find out the details, I'll l ask her later. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this. People die, it happens. We talk to our neighbors infrequently at best. She was the only neighbor who didn't annoy me though, so I will miss that. She was old and pretty sickly for a while, so.. yeah. I don't know what people expect of you at times like this. This is one of those weird societal conventions that I don't understand. Like when my father died, almost four years ago now (in a couple of weeks it'll be four years) - we had all these people coming over the house and saying how sorry they were. He was old. He'd been sick. I'd never seen these people visiting or doing things with my father when he was alive. Why come over when he is dead? Then a week or so after, they stopped coming and we still havent' seen them again. What is it about dying that makes people group together and say how sorry they are, then go away again? I think that it is more that they are realizing their own mortality, and that they are sorry for that fact and need to prove that they are still alive and existent. I realize my own mortality all the time, and I'm okay with that. I don't feel any need to participate in funeral rituals for someone I barely knew.
It is a lovely day today - the temperature is near eighty. Today I want to sit outside and enjoy the fresh air and maybe read my book a while, though I likely won't because I have a lot of writing to catch up on. The air is nice though, I have both windows open.
I got an unexpected package today- a Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins t-shirt. It's got a hillbilly guy on it that says "Hot Damn", and it's a nice yellow color. That was pretty sweet!
I bought a book called Crochet For Dummies today - which will hopefully help me with some of the problems I've been having in my crocheting. I wanted to take another class, but the craft store said that the crochet teacher had retired. I guess I could try the one in Vineland. I may check there if this book doesn't do it for me.
Found out that one of our neighbors died sometime recently. I don't know when exactly, as I just heard about it in that vague 'Hey, so-and-so died' kind of way. My mother went out to find out the details, I'll l ask her later. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this. People die, it happens. We talk to our neighbors infrequently at best. She was the only neighbor who didn't annoy me though, so I will miss that. She was old and pretty sickly for a while, so.. yeah. I don't know what people expect of you at times like this. This is one of those weird societal conventions that I don't understand. Like when my father died, almost four years ago now (in a couple of weeks it'll be four years) - we had all these people coming over the house and saying how sorry they were. He was old. He'd been sick. I'd never seen these people visiting or doing things with my father when he was alive. Why come over when he is dead? Then a week or so after, they stopped coming and we still havent' seen them again. What is it about dying that makes people group together and say how sorry they are, then go away again? I think that it is more that they are realizing their own mortality, and that they are sorry for that fact and need to prove that they are still alive and existent. I realize my own mortality all the time, and I'm okay with that. I don't feel any need to participate in funeral rituals for someone I barely knew.
It is a lovely day today - the temperature is near eighty. Today I want to sit outside and enjoy the fresh air and maybe read my book a while, though I likely won't because I have a lot of writing to catch up on. The air is nice though, I have both windows open.
I got an unexpected package today- a Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins t-shirt. It's got a hillbilly guy on it that says "Hot Damn", and it's a nice yellow color. That was pretty sweet!