What a day. Beautiful yes, but also draining. The little man and I started things off with blueberry pancakes, followed by a walk to the coffee shop and then on to the playground. And that was all grand but then we moved on to the tough stuff. The memorial service for Felix. There was something therapeutic about saying his name out loud. Closer to closure. Once I hit the one year mark, in January, well then I think I’ll be closer still.
The rest of the day has been more subdued. I finally got around to watching a movie Netflix sent me, oh, back in mid-August. It perfectly matched the mood I was in so I guess it was worth waiting for. Then I’d planned to take the little man to a bonfire, but he was being contrary. Turns out he’d rather dance around the house in his underpants while waiting for a batch of the husband’s cookies to come out of the oven, and then play video games. Little punk.
As for tonight, I have to figure out if my energy reserves will get me across town to the Yo La Tengo show at First Ave (or The Long Winters at the Triple Rock). Maybe I’ll just close my eyes for a little rest…and hope it’s not morning when I open them again. And if it is tomorrow, well, there’s always the TV on the Radio show.
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