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| This is kind of sad, but the only way I made it through the service without a complete breakdown was by repeating "I want to the un-wobbling pivot at the center of an ever-revolving universe" over and over again. Which isn't to say that I still wasn't sobbing my fool head off. But there were lovely moments. Before the service I got to say goodbye before they closed the casket, and then I colored with the great-grandkids and pretended I was little, too (along with some of the other grandkids as well). Dad and Grandpa picked out the hymns and all the men in my family sing loud enough and well enough (it's a magnificent sound, they should form a choir) that the pastor commented it sounded like the church was full (which it wasn't, but not by too much, and it's a very large church). When we got to the cemetery the sun came out and the view was spectacular from up on the hill where she's buried now. The casket was a lovely light colored wood, and the flowers were
multi-colored and spring-like (I took an orange rose with me), and we all laughed that she's buried
next to her mother, who she never did get along with. They're arguing
up in heaven right now, I'm sure (if it's possible to argue there). The turn out was huge; much larger than expected, and my mom, my aunt, and my cousin's wife all made their own versions of Grandma's famous chocolate cake. I took a piece of each (well, I took two and stole my uncle's) and mixed and matched until I found the closest bite to Grandma's. There will never be another chocolate cake in the whole world as good as that (especially since even with the secret family recipe it's not possible to duplicate). I miss her. She's in a better place, but I'm still sad she's gone. So..."I want to be the un-wobbling pivot at the center of an ever-revolving universe, I want to be the un-wobbling pivot at the center of an ever-revolving universe..."
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| Kinda sorta gave my number to a waiter. Well, I had T do it, but still. And I f-ed up the number (my own damn number!) and had to have T go back and do it again. And...I'm drunk right now. And also a moron. And I killed a spider with my bare hands. Boo-yeah!!
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| I'm moving to Germania this August (with a brief side trip to Italy on the way) and taking the job. Hopefully, I put my time in and can one day have marketable skills in the USA. In the meantime, I'm having wonderful nightmares about packing and traveling and all those lovely things. Also, last year's surgery tally: I don't know, a lot...um...5+ This year's tally: 2 so far, but hey, it's only April. Go team family! *grumbles* | | |
| So I have this student in one of my classes, and his name is Phuc, which is not at all pronounced how it reads phonetically. The first day I had him in class I spelled his name instead of using said phonetic pronounciation, and thus saved myself from any...um...undue embarrassment. But he sent me an email which I didn't know the answer to, so I forwarded it on to my boss, who forwarded it on to her boss, and now we've had interesting conversations about how one avoids such things in the classrooms, which is fun. I'll stick with spelling, although wouldn't it be fun to just shout out, "F*ck! Is F*ck here?" Also, I got the job in Germania. Now I have to decide whether I'm going to take it or not. *sigh* | | |
| I am a big dork. I have applied for work in Germania. Granted, it's months before I could even take a job there (current job...that one wedding I have to go to...stuff...). But if they offered it to me and held it until I could take it, I would. So there's that. Otherwise, I feel a bit at a loss as to what I'm doing with myself. I've been crisising for about a year now, and things got changed that needed to be change, and I like teaching, I really do, but... I was walking to work today and I just. You know? Twenty years from now, where do you see yourselves? Right now I see a long list of projects started and never completed. A year doing this, a couple months doing that, and on and on and on. Each day another story. "I want to do this!" "No, I want to do that!" Really, I don't want to do anything. | | |
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