who you wake up to.
it started raining some time last night when i was asleep on the couch. i must've been dozing for a couple hours, but i don't know if it was dark outside when i laid down. i woke up to nick leaning down, nuzzling me, checking on me. i got up a few minutes later and we left to go to dinner, not knowing it was raining.
we had a short rainy drive to have japanese for dinner, which was very delicious. after coming back home, we both ended up on the couch watching a french movie i haven't watched for the better part of three years. i like it, but i didn't like it as much as the first time i watched it. nick hated the story.
we're leaving for tennessee early tomorrow afternoon. i called the funeral home today asking about the service arrangements since my parents want to send flowers to express their condolences. the man on the phone was very nice, and i found myself getting really teary and struggling to talk toward the end of the call. i wrote some notes down on a yellow pad: florist numbers; donations to the american heart association; send flowers to the home; receiving family from 11 to 1; service at 1:00; cremation. i folded up the paper and walked back into nick's room, tucking it into my things before undressing and crawling into bed. nick asked if i was ok, and i said i was in a very quiet voice. i hid the paper from him like i was trying to hide from him the fact that his grandfather had passed away, like he hasn't been overly aware of it for the past four days. he came over to the bed and laid with me for a few minutes after i told him i had called the funeral home and the details of his grandfather's services.
we're both going to be a teary mess over the next couple of days. 1060 miles worth.
i've been reading a really fantastic book a friend lent me about the heart and its perception through time allegorically and metaphysically, through religion, literature and art, and simply as our physical organ. it's written like very thorough prose, meticulously researched and relayed, and i've found several very poignant, very comforting passages and ideas in it.
its become one of my favorite things on the weekend to crawl into nick's bed to read a book until i'm too groggy to stay awake any longer. i fall asleep quickly after that and stir a little when nick comes to bed however much later, since we rarely go to bed at the same time.
i don't think i'll be able to stay awake long enough for when the silent movie comes on tonight.
we had a short rainy drive to have japanese for dinner, which was very delicious. after coming back home, we both ended up on the couch watching a french movie i haven't watched for the better part of three years. i like it, but i didn't like it as much as the first time i watched it. nick hated the story.
we're leaving for tennessee early tomorrow afternoon. i called the funeral home today asking about the service arrangements since my parents want to send flowers to express their condolences. the man on the phone was very nice, and i found myself getting really teary and struggling to talk toward the end of the call. i wrote some notes down on a yellow pad: florist numbers; donations to the american heart association; send flowers to the home; receiving family from 11 to 1; service at 1:00; cremation. i folded up the paper and walked back into nick's room, tucking it into my things before undressing and crawling into bed. nick asked if i was ok, and i said i was in a very quiet voice. i hid the paper from him like i was trying to hide from him the fact that his grandfather had passed away, like he hasn't been overly aware of it for the past four days. he came over to the bed and laid with me for a few minutes after i told him i had called the funeral home and the details of his grandfather's services.
we're both going to be a teary mess over the next couple of days. 1060 miles worth.
i've been reading a really fantastic book a friend lent me about the heart and its perception through time allegorically and metaphysically, through religion, literature and art, and simply as our physical organ. it's written like very thorough prose, meticulously researched and relayed, and i've found several very poignant, very comforting passages and ideas in it.
its become one of my favorite things on the weekend to crawl into nick's bed to read a book until i'm too groggy to stay awake any longer. i fall asleep quickly after that and stir a little when nick comes to bed however much later, since we rarely go to bed at the same time.
i don't think i'll be able to stay awake long enough for when the silent movie comes on tonight.