vovat: (Jenny Lewis)

My aunt died on the fifteenth, and we drove down to Virginia for the funeral this past weekend. I hadn't seen her in a while, not since my grandmother's funeral about six years ago. And this was just a few months after my mom died. My Aunt Toni was the oldest, four years older than my mom. And today is actually my mom's birthday, so that's weird. The funeral was yesterday at a small church, and I believe it was a natural burial as well. This hasn't been a great year so far in several respects.

I had originally thought we would drive the entire way down on Saturday, but I changed my mind and booked a motel in Maryland, which turned out to be a good idea. Driving gets so tedious. The motel still used actual keys instead of cards, and it had pictures of animals up in the room.

For some reason, the toilet paper was in front of a zebra.

I would think they should have at least used zebra-striped paper in this case. The motel also had real animals, as we saw three cats in a window near the office, and I think the people staying there also had a dog.

The next day, we went to a café in Baltimore, and drove by a book and music store that looked interesting because it had a big stuffed Heathcliff with a banjolele in the window.

There were other decorations inside, and we ended up buying four used books between us.

Across the street was this tea shop with a giant carrot stuck through it, or at least that was what it was made to look like.

That evening, we ate at the Longhorn Steakhouse with some of my relatives and other people. I don't think I've been to one of them before, although I get it confused with the Texas Roadhouse and Lone Star Steakhouse. I'm pretty sure that last one doesn't exist anymore. Regardless, I liked it, and they gave large portions. I had chicken instead of steak, though.

In terms of other stuff that might be worth mentioning, we visited the Brooklyn Botanic Garden on Wednesday the sixteenth. A few of the cherry trees were blooming, but most of them were still bare.

The magnolias by the conservatory were in blossom, however. And I noticed this Shinto-style shrine at the Japanese Hill and Pond Garden for the first time.

We were at Beth's mom's house for Easter weekend, but didn't really do anything for it, although she did give us Easter baskets, and we ate at the Olive Garden.

And last Tuesday, we saw John Waters at the City Winery in Manhattan, and that was pretty enjoyable. It was his seventy-ninth birthday that day, which means he outlived my mom and aunt.
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I didn't want to write about this right away, but my mom died on the Thursday before last. She hadn't been feeling that well recently, but it was still very unexpected. I hadn't seen her since November. My sister told me about it when I came home from work. It's weird, because it didn't really hit me all at once, but when something reminds me of her, I just feel how weird it is that she isn't around anymore. It's sort of an empty feeling. There was a burial on Saturday at a Quaker natural burial place in Bird-in-Hand, Pennsylvania. In attendance were my sister and brother, his wife and son, my mom's brother and his wife, and my dad and his wife. I guess that's a little strange, as they had been divorced for over thirty years. There was no formal service, but we helped to inter the coffin, although I wasn't very good at pulling the rope and one of the employees had to help me. Afterwards, we ate at a nearby cafe, and there was a petting zoo next door with goats, turkeys, and chickens.

So yeah, I've been depressed recently, but still trying to do the things I would otherwise, since that's kind of how I deal with bad stuff. But at the same time, I can't help feeling a bit guilty, like I don't know the proper way to grieve. I did get to thinking about what I want done with my body after I die, and I'm really not sure. I do like the idea of having a headstone, for some reason. When I see gravestones, I almost always have no idea of who the people are, but I get ideas in my head based on the little information that's there. I don't know if it makes sense to anyone else, but death itself doesn't scare me so much as non-existence does.
vovat: (Bast)
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I guess the first thing I should mention is that we sort of have a new cat, and I say "sort of" because she's not living with us yet. Beth's mom got a kitten from her sister's farm, intending to give her to us, but we should kitten-proof our apartment before bringing her to Brooklyn. Anyway, I named her Nellie, and so far she mostly seems interested in running around and playing. She's very active, and hasn't yet shown much interest in just sitting with people. She doesn't seem afraid of anybody, though. I feel bad that she wants to play with the dogs, but they're not interested.
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Beth and I both had our birthdays last week. On the day after hers, we had a pretty busy day, visiting the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, eating at a cafe, attending a lecture at Green-Wood Cemetery, and seeing a movie.
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The lecture was about cremation, including its history and how it was done at that location. It's been standard in India for ages, but it took some time to catch elsewhere, including in the Americas. Even though the Pope has said it's okay, it's apparently still not popular in Catholic families. There was a time when there was a theological debate over whether bodily resurrection would be possible with ashes. Now it's probably just a matter of tradition. They also mentioned that it's not very energy efficient, and involves burning fossil fuels. I don't see any reason to preserve my body after I'm dead, but I guess that's more a decision for anyone still alive who might care than for me. I haven't yet made my post about the movie Thanksgiving, but I should have it up soon. I didn't do anything on my birthday except going out to eat at the Olive Garden; I feel we went out to do stuff so often in October that I was a little burned out, and didn't have any ideas anyway.
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Presents I received included two Carl Barks collections, the newest Belle and Sebastian album, and the book Fight, Magic, Items by Aidan Moher, which is about Japanese role-playing video games from a Western perspective.

Beth also bought me the Switch remake of Super Mario RPG while we were at Target. I finished the original back in the early 2000s, and I remember it being frustrating in parts, but I'm sure it'll be fun to revisit when I get around to it. I kind of got stuck in I Am Setsuna, so I've put that aside for the time being. And I started Ni no Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch, but haven't gotten very far as of yet. It's cute, but I've had a little trouble with the battle system. And I'm still playing Animal Crossing, and I did the Turkey Day thing on Thursday. I realized I hadn't planted any white pumpkins on my island, so that's been taken care of. I also got "K.K. Birthday," which I think is the last of the K.K. Slider songs in the game, but I don't think there's any reward for that.

Super Mario Wonder looks fascinating, but as much as I love Mario, I'm not great at platform games.

Beth's mom made Thanksgiving dinner for us, and we were originally going to go to Creamy Acres for the Christmas hayride on Friday, but she wasn't feeling well. We'll try to do it some other weekend. We did have lunch with my mom, sister, sister-in-law, and nephew today. I've done a little bit of Christmas shopping, but not that much.
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This weekend, Beth and I drove down to Virginia to visit my grandmother, my mom's mom, who's my only living grandparent. She's ninety-five and living in an assisted living community, and not doing very well but surviving. She has a lot of trouble seeing, and seems kind of bored. I guess mortality has been on my mind recently. Two people I didn't talk to much but was generally friendly with died in the past month, one after a battle with cancer, and the other quite abruptly. And a few months ago, a guy I knew from social media but had never met in person died just short of his sixtieth birthday. I still see things online that I think he would have liked, and there's no way for me to share them with him. It's easier when there's a chance to say goodbye and wrap up loose ends, but even then it's disturbing and sad. I feel like, when I was growing up, people thought I was insensitive about such things because I didn't really visibly mourn, but I think that's something everybody deals with in their own way. When you consider how fragile we really are, it's astounding how many people manage to live and thrive for so long. My grandmother tells herself that God must not be ready for her yet, but I've never been religious, and the idea of an afterlife seems unlikely to me. That said, I can see why people want to believe in it, and it's a pretty standard belief throughout the world. Our consciousness is how we interact with the world, and it's difficult to grasp the idea that it could just end all of a sudden. I guess part of me thinks that people should be entitled to see how their legacy turns out, even if they don't get some kind of eternal existence in spirit form. But then, who said life (or afterlife) was fair? I'm sometimes bothered by the fact that I've never accomplished anything that I can be remembered by, but I'd really rather be remembered while I'm still alive to appreciate it.

To switch from something depressing to something that's merely annoying, I did a lot driving in the past two days, and I've hardly driven at all since moving to Brooklyn. It rained for much of the drive down, but it was actually pretty clear when we crossed the Bay Bride Tunnel, which gives some awe-inspiring views of the Chesapeake. I kind of wish we'd taken some pictures there. I appreciate that there are Wawas all the way down now, when they were just a southeastern Pennsylvania and environs thing in my youth. I hear they have them in Florida now. We had dinner on Saturday at Cheddar's, a restaurant we don't have in our area. We're back home now, and don't have any plans of doing anything today. It's back-to-school time now, which doesn't affect us, but brings back some unpleasant memories. As with a lot of things, the prospect of going to school was often worse than actually being there, but there were certainly exceptions. I'm still not entirely sure how I managed to survive junior high. Anyway, to commemorate Labor Day, here's a relevant Andy Partridge demo:

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