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Busy (My Head Is Spinning)
A long and busy day.
I got up early to shower and head out to Pasadena for my grandmother's funeral. The family was asked to arrive early, and we were shuffled into the basment of the parish center to prevent entrance-blocking greetings and condolences. At ten, we moved to the church, where we processed in, fifty-plus family followed by four priests, a deacon, and a monsignor.
I had blinders on for most of the ceremony. On my way out, I walked past some of the oldest friends of my (nuclear) family without seeing them at all. I talked mostly with my family, and a few friends, and we headed to the reception, where I did the same.
At the end of the reception, I learned that tomorrow's post-interment lunch was going to be at my aunt's house. The aunt's house that I live behind. So I left a little bit early and rushed home to clean up my house.
I'd planned on doing some cleaning this weekend, but I was on a tight deadline. I whipped the living room into shape in about two and a half hours, and decided that I'd ignore my bedroom and just not let people in. After that, I drove back out to Pasadena to another aunt's house, where most the family had gathered again.
I'm very tired, and frankly, I don't think I'm dealing with this at all, yet.
I've had "Maternity Ward" stuck in my head since I heard that my grandmother is dead. Things could be worse.
Sitting in my bedroom with my keyboard guitar.
Writing pretty songs about renaming the stars.
I don't like to stay in; I'm easily bored.
I go and tell the newborns in the maternity ward:
Everything's going to be all right.
Everything's going to be all right.
Go home and tell your parents,
It's going to be all right
Everything's going to be all right.
I hope.
Everything's going to be all right.
Everything's going to be all right.
Right now, we're tired, and we're emotional,
But it's going to be all right.
Everything's going to be all right.
I promise.
And somewhere in there, I confirmed that I have a reservation for my ten-year high-school reunion on Saturday. I think I want to go now even less than I did before.
I got up early to shower and head out to Pasadena for my grandmother's funeral. The family was asked to arrive early, and we were shuffled into the basment of the parish center to prevent entrance-blocking greetings and condolences. At ten, we moved to the church, where we processed in, fifty-plus family followed by four priests, a deacon, and a monsignor.
I had blinders on for most of the ceremony. On my way out, I walked past some of the oldest friends of my (nuclear) family without seeing them at all. I talked mostly with my family, and a few friends, and we headed to the reception, where I did the same.
At the end of the reception, I learned that tomorrow's post-interment lunch was going to be at my aunt's house. The aunt's house that I live behind. So I left a little bit early and rushed home to clean up my house.
I'd planned on doing some cleaning this weekend, but I was on a tight deadline. I whipped the living room into shape in about two and a half hours, and decided that I'd ignore my bedroom and just not let people in. After that, I drove back out to Pasadena to another aunt's house, where most the family had gathered again.
I'm very tired, and frankly, I don't think I'm dealing with this at all, yet.
I've had "Maternity Ward" stuck in my head since I heard that my grandmother is dead. Things could be worse.
Sitting in my bedroom with my keyboard guitar.
Writing pretty songs about renaming the stars.
I don't like to stay in; I'm easily bored.
I go and tell the newborns in the maternity ward:
Everything's going to be all right.
Everything's going to be all right.
Go home and tell your parents,
It's going to be all right
Everything's going to be all right.
I hope.
Everything's going to be all right.
Everything's going to be all right.
Right now, we're tired, and we're emotional,
But it's going to be all right.
Everything's going to be all right.
I promise.
And somewhere in there, I confirmed that I have a reservation for my ten-year high-school reunion on Saturday. I think I want to go now even less than I did before.
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