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Aug. 31st, 2009 11:59 amWell, that was a week packed full of events.
After a long dry spell, several people at the office turning up with work for me to do.
I took three days off to drive up to NJ for my parents' memorial service. And saw family aI haven't seen in a long time (who I actually wish I saw more often).
Then I came back, worked for a day, went out on a date, turned around, and flew back to New England.
I spent a day and a half in Connecticut and Massachusetts, seeing some familiar sites and meeting up again with family to scatter my parents' ashes.
I think that's got to be a record for me, BTW--longest distance flown for less than 48 hours in the destination. Left BWI around 7 Saturday morning and was back before midnight Sunday.
I'm still a bit tired. I think I'm coming closer on closure, at least for the short term, on a number of issues, while at the same time some new doors are opening.
Among other things...among other things I'm a few steps closer to having some feeling that I really know who I am. And I was struck by the thought, standing on top of that mountain, finally saying some sort of goodbye to my parents... *I'm* "Mr Spoor" now. That isn't automatically my dad any more; it's also me. It was a strange thought, but it was also oddly ...comforting.
After a long dry spell, several people at the office turning up with work for me to do.
I took three days off to drive up to NJ for my parents' memorial service. And saw family aI haven't seen in a long time (who I actually wish I saw more often).
Then I came back, worked for a day, went out on a date, turned around, and flew back to New England.
I spent a day and a half in Connecticut and Massachusetts, seeing some familiar sites and meeting up again with family to scatter my parents' ashes.
I think that's got to be a record for me, BTW--longest distance flown for less than 48 hours in the destination. Left BWI around 7 Saturday morning and was back before midnight Sunday.
I'm still a bit tired. I think I'm coming closer on closure, at least for the short term, on a number of issues, while at the same time some new doors are opening.
Among other things...among other things I'm a few steps closer to having some feeling that I really know who I am. And I was struck by the thought, standing on top of that mountain, finally saying some sort of goodbye to my parents... *I'm* "Mr Spoor" now. That isn't automatically my dad any more; it's also me. It was a strange thought, but it was also oddly ...comforting.
