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I thought I was trying to be nice when I suggested to someone they didnt have to go to the viewing of his uncle’s body - but he totally misread it and got nasty and said some things about me and my family and the death of my grandma. I promptly dissolved into tears. Even when I was grieving in the week before the funeral, as much as people irritated me and said the wrong thing I never could say that kind of thing. Just made me acutely aware of how much I miss my grandmother - her smile, the “hello” when I rang her or she rang me. Her asking about work and my cats, even tho she hated cats in general. ok. crybaby session over.
On the plus side:
I am on day 2 of my time off, day 1 started with me getting sick with a nasty infection and needing to go to the docs and get ze antibiotics, I figured I mayaswell get them, whilst they work - since pretty soon we’ll all find a superbug that wont be cured by mould spore. I have plans to fix up my bike today, I am broke until the end of the month because all my money was spent on David Bowie tickets..
I read a Janny Wurts book that made me cry. Most unusual. It was called, To ride Hell’s Chasm. I read the back of the book to a friend who told me it sounded like one of those bodice ripping hi(y)sto(e)rical novels. It was about a man who didn’t fit in to the City he worked in, was maligned and misunderstood, battle scarred and bitter, and through incredible odds survived, rescued a princess and saved a small kingdom, in return, finding his roots, being accepted by them and adopted, and being freed to return to the home of his true love and marry her. *sigh* Oh.. it involved lots of dark sorcery, sword fights, shape shifters, doddery old men, bitter irony and twists and of course, a small love story thrown in for the pathos and tragedy factor.
Gotta love those bodice ripping unrequited love romance fantasy novels.