Our laptop has been pretty behaved (knock on wood). Of course, we’re still doing backups on a daily basis so that we don’t lose all of our important information.
One thing we might want to do is look into flash memory. That way we can store our photos in a different place and not have to worry about losing them if we had a house fire.
So we’re quite the sight here…all four of us packed into a queen bed. We’re so squiched that I find myself hugging the edge and the two kids in between us!
Of course, the mattress is much to be desired - it’s a low grade 40 coil disaster. Every time you move you hear a coil pop.
So between the uncomfortable bed, too many children, and the fact that we’re still in a state of shock — not much sleep is happening on this front.
To say the least…we’re whipped.
Nine days after someone dies is way too long to go before a funeral. I think sitting Shivah is only a week!
Okay, we’re not eating too good here. I think I’m up a good five pounds and that’s on top of some leftover baby weight!
We’ve been talking about getting a gym membership when we get back in town but I might want to look into Leptovox too!
Maybe a better idea is to wait until AFTER the holidays and try to diet effective January 1st!
Shawna and Emmy are asleep, Graem is frying her brain on SpongeBob, Dennis is on his computer. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m in legal limbo, since we can’t get our hands on my dad’s death certificates, plus it’s a holiday anyway.
We already went out for a little walk and grocery shopping. It was nice to get out, it’s getting a little stifling in here. I feel like I haven’t accomplished enough, but every time I try to start organizing something, I can’t really move forward or finish. I can’t really nap, I’ve eaten as much as I can.
So here I am. Every now and then thoughts of my dad pop into my head. I dreamt about him last night, I saw him in his scrubs, smiling and happy, and healthy. I told him I loved him, and that was about it. I feel like he’s here at times, since I’ve been here a number of times when he’s been in the hospital–it’s like he’s just there, but he’s here. So often he’d be resting upstairs, and the rest of us would just be hanging out talking and eating. Waiting for the fleeting moments when he’d have enough energy to hang out with us. Or we would just head to his bedroom to chat.
I can’t believe he’s gone, it’s like a dream. Being around his stuff is like being around him. Trying to organize it, you can start to categorize his life, imagining how he saw himself as a reflection of his belongings. This overabundance of expensive shoes, cameras, tools, art supplies. Seeing his cameras in particular has been emotional. I remember being around my dad and his cameras ever since I was a baby. I’d “play cameras” with him–he just loved to tinker with them all, and he’d let me hold them and play with them along with him.
That’s the thing about all his collections of stuff, none of it is precious or archival. He loved to hold them use them, actually interact with his things. No white gloves for my dad, a collection is of no use if you can’t touch it. That being said, it’s not like he ever really used his tools. He had piles of toolboxes, each of them labeled: “wrenches,” “hot glue,” “rachets,” “solder,” “rivets,” and “special tools.” But then he’d taken them all out, as if to play, and he displayed them all in his garage, in order, to show that he’d collected every one there was out there. Gala would tell us about how he’d sit there, and just look at them, admire them.
I guess if I were at home, I’d be cooking or something. But I really don’t care right now, can’t think of it. I’m not sure what else to do.
I’m sorry that I left everyone hanging from my last email. Things have been very hectic and sad.
Margot’s dad passed away Sunday afternoon when they stopped life support. Of course the whole family is very distraught and we all miss him terribly.
I came up with the kids Monday afternoon and Margot’s been handling the financial stuff and I’ve been working on getting rid of stuff and selling stuff.
The funeral is Tuesday @ 10am at St. Marks Church in Brooklyn.
Thanks to everyone for your kind words and thoughts.
The ongoing antics of two thirty-something *gasp* mamas raising our three-year-old daughter and adding another baby girl to the mix.