Eponymous Pearl Jam Llama
First of all, thank you so much for all your comments and messages and emails and phone calls. Your support and good wishes mean a lot to me.
I checked my parents answering machine messages last night to make sure I returned calls for people wanting to find out about Bubbe's funeral/death. Since my parents never erase anything, there was still a message from Bubbe "Hello?...Would somebody call me, please?" as well as today's tape recorded announcements of the funeral and shiva in New York from the synagogue. It was very weird.
Edit: From Tuesday's New York Times
GLATT--Freda. Congregation Beth Sholom of Lawrence, New York, records with sorrow the passing of our esteemed member, Freda Glatt. May the almighty comfort the family amongst the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.
I went to work yesterday in order to keep busy, but found that reading bequest documents (especially where the settlor/devisor had died) was too sad and morbid at the moment. Our communications officer gave me photos to resize in photoshop instead and that helped.
Also went to the JCC to use the elliptical. Saw compatriots of the Mushkie llama...when did you all go through puberty and get huge?
Dogs are very good company. They think I'm a sucker for treats, though. They both start barking at me very insistently at various points in the evening. "No," I tell them, "It's not time yet!" They look at me like I'm the dumbest human ever, then we run around the living room and repeat the process 15 minutes later. Finally, around 8:30pm, I decided it was time.
"Okay," I said. I gave them fresh water in their houses (which is what we call their crates in the living room), clean towels and a treat each. Then I locked them up and turned out the lights, even though it wasn't quite dark outside. "Good night snuggly doggies!" I told them. And then put myself in bed, too.
I really don't want to go to work this morning. Which is odd b/c its only 5 minutes away from chez parents (vs. a 45 min commute from Llamaville). I just want to crawl back into bed and maybe snuggle dogs. Maybe this funeral thing is finally catching up with me. Spoke to parents last night. All these people turned up for the funeral and the lavish meal (we're Jews dammit, we do everything around food) afterward. I like the Asian custom of preparing food for your ancestors and serving it to their spirits. When mom mentioned the plate of smoked fish (lox, whitefish, sable) they had at my aunt's house, I immediately thought of how much Zeide would enjoy it. Then I thought, "But then we'd have to take him to the ER b/c that much sodium would surely make him puff up like crazy." I guess there are certain advantages to being an incorporeal ancestor when it comes to the appreciation of sodium-laden foods.
Shout out to gryffin23 Feel better soon, sweetie! raygungothic wins the prize for best sickroom attendant ever.
My sister llama left her pearl jam (yeah, remember them?) CD jewel case next to the computer at chez parents. Yay pearl jam for eponymous album llama appreciation.
I checked my parents answering machine messages last night to make sure I returned calls for people wanting to find out about Bubbe's funeral/death. Since my parents never erase anything, there was still a message from Bubbe "Hello?...Would somebody call me, please?" as well as today's tape recorded announcements of the funeral and shiva in New York from the synagogue. It was very weird.
Edit: From Tuesday's New York Times
GLATT--Freda. Congregation Beth Sholom of Lawrence, New York, records with sorrow the passing of our esteemed member, Freda Glatt. May the almighty comfort the family amongst the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.
I went to work yesterday in order to keep busy, but found that reading bequest documents (especially where the settlor/devisor had died) was too sad and morbid at the moment. Our communications officer gave me photos to resize in photoshop instead and that helped.
Also went to the JCC to use the elliptical. Saw compatriots of the Mushkie llama...when did you all go through puberty and get huge?
Dogs are very good company. They think I'm a sucker for treats, though. They both start barking at me very insistently at various points in the evening. "No," I tell them, "It's not time yet!" They look at me like I'm the dumbest human ever, then we run around the living room and repeat the process 15 minutes later. Finally, around 8:30pm, I decided it was time.
"Okay," I said. I gave them fresh water in their houses (which is what we call their crates in the living room), clean towels and a treat each. Then I locked them up and turned out the lights, even though it wasn't quite dark outside. "Good night snuggly doggies!" I told them. And then put myself in bed, too.
I really don't want to go to work this morning. Which is odd b/c its only 5 minutes away from chez parents (vs. a 45 min commute from Llamaville). I just want to crawl back into bed and maybe snuggle dogs. Maybe this funeral thing is finally catching up with me. Spoke to parents last night. All these people turned up for the funeral and the lavish meal (we're Jews dammit, we do everything around food) afterward. I like the Asian custom of preparing food for your ancestors and serving it to their spirits. When mom mentioned the plate of smoked fish (lox, whitefish, sable) they had at my aunt's house, I immediately thought of how much Zeide would enjoy it. Then I thought, "But then we'd have to take him to the ER b/c that much sodium would surely make him puff up like crazy." I guess there are certain advantages to being an incorporeal ancestor when it comes to the appreciation of sodium-laden foods.
Shout out to gryffin23 Feel better soon, sweetie! raygungothic wins the prize for best sickroom attendant ever.
My sister llama left her pearl jam (yeah, remember them?) CD jewel case next to the computer at chez parents. Yay pearl jam for eponymous album llama appreciation.
