lisamoe

My grandmother's funeral was this morning. It went fine and the pastor did a good job. Jesse was bawling periodically throughout and Dingo was really restless, but we got through it. I wish it hadn't been open casket. She didn't look like herself at all after the illness of the last few weeks. The whole thing took quite a while because we went out to the cemetary and then back to the church for lunch.

After we left the funeral, R went home, Dad went home, and Mom and I took the kids out to Jenks. They left me at the DMV for a few minutes to take my written test for my motorcycle endorsement and after I passed I ran across the street to the tag agency to get a new actual license, which was especially nice since the picture on my old one was sucky and the picture on the new one is pretty good. (Note to teevnus: they need that little OREP card too, not just the certificate. But they don't copy either one, they just look at them and give them back.)

After that we went down to the Riverwalk Crossing and distracted the kids with gelato and toy stores. I bought a cute Life is Good t-shirt with a motorcycle on it as a celebratory present for myself and bought the kids some candy and small toys. We're home now trying to decide what to do about dinner. The stress of the last couple of weeks is really starting to release now that the funeral and my class (which I was dreading) are over, and I feel weird not being so tightly wound up, like I'm not used to relaxing.

My grandmother passed away this evening. Jesse isn't taking it very well, poor kid. It hasn't really sunk in for Dingo, except now he says he'll never get the mashed potatoes he loves ever again. He only likes my grandmother's mashed potatoes. We got the word when we were across town tonight and Jesse bawled and screamed his little lungs out all the way home. It's not just this great-grandmother for him, it's all the people over the last year and a half that he hasn't quite worked through the loss of. He feels very insecure. I had a cry when we got home because it wasn't safe to cry while I was driving and then once I was feeling a little better I made the boys homemade pancakes because it was what they said would make them feel better. They both went on to bed a little bit ago and I'm going on to bed too pretty soon here. I have a little headache, which probably isn't surprising.

Well, today at lunch, per bills_anita's suggestion, I took a big basket of fruit, granola bars and muffins up to that family whose daughter is in the hospital and the other one was killed. I really didn't know what else to do. I wasn't brave enough to go barging in where they were since I hardly know them, so I left it with their nurse, who seemed to think it would be useful and promised to take it to them.

I visited my other friend on a different floor and she seemed in pretty good spirits for being stuck in a hospital room. I think she'll get to go home tomorrow, yay. She showed me her very impressive stitches, and you know I love weird medical stuff, lol.

Work today has been busier than yesterday, thankfully. The guy who hired me came up and told me that he'd gotten "rave reviews" about me from other staff here and at the Community Service Council. Honestly, I've only been here two weeks and I haven't done enough yet to deserve any kind of reviews, but I guess I've been showing up on time, being polite and not getting in anyone's way. Maybe they just have really low standards.

Tonight R and I and Mom and the kids are going to Discoveryland. It's going to be beastly hot, no doubt. As soon as I get off work I'm going to go home and ditch this suit and heels and put on shorts and sandals. Tomorrow night I have errands and Thursday night my aunt and uncle's 50th wedding anniversary dinner. Friday is Jesse's last theater performance of the summer, Saturday is more 50th anniversary festivities (and I use the word festivities advisedly) and then Sunday my kids are leaving on vacation without me, which I am anticipatinng but also a little sad about.