June 6th, 2004

Rainy Day

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My grandmother passed away Saturday night. I got the news shortly after midnight.

It hasn't quite sunk in yet. At least, I don't feel any different than I did yesterday. I don't feel pain, grief, a sense of loss. I reacted to the news as if it were simply another update on her condition. Maybe I have become inured to this. It's been a long time in coming. She was in horrible physical shape when I last saw her in January, and I do feel like she was gone then. Unlike with my other grandmother, I strongly suspected I would not see her again, she was so deteriorated. And she's been in the hospital for several weeks, battling one infection or another. She was a very strong woman, but it was just a matter of time, a question of when, not if.

Every time my phone has rung in the past several weeks, my first thought

-- Okay, I guess it just sank in. I had to stop typing to cry. --

sorry...my first thought was that it was someone calling to tell me she had passed away. So, I've been expecting this call for weeks.

The important thing for me to remember is that she's in a better place now. She is no longer suffering constant pain, and she can be reunited with her sister in God's kingdom. I'm going to miss her tremendously. But she just turned 94 a week ago; she lived a long and fruitful life, and I got to spend much quality time with her. It was time for her to move on, and I can be grateful that she has been such an important part of my life.

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I called my aunt today. I asked if there was anyway they could postpone the funeral until Friday. No. Thursday? Maybe, but she'll have to get back to me. It may have to be Wednesday at the latest.

I didn't like having to ask. But the opera workshop begins this week, and I want to miss as little of it as possible. It's only a 3-week program, so every rehearsal is important. If the funeral is Thursday, I will have to miss Wednesday and Thursday's rehearsals; but if it's Wednesday I will also have to miss Tuesday's, which will put me a full week behind everyone else.
Attack of the Killer Chihuahua!

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A little unexpected excitement at Shaw's today. I was waiting in line to pay for my groceries when I heard a loud crashing sound behind me and to my left. I turned to see a shower of bottles and cans, shopping carts turning over, and two men running. In the lead was a skinny punk who looked like he might be in his late teens or early twenties. Chasing him was a bald man with biceps the size of my thighs. And the big guy was faster. The ran down the aisle out of view, and then I heard a thud and then, quickly, another. I thought a fight had broken out, in which case the skinny punk would be dead meat. I expected to hear more, but I didn't. Within a couple of minutes the two men returned, the punk in front with his arms behind him, the bald guy escorting him, making sure he couldn't get away. Shortly thereafter the Medford cops arrived. I can only assume that the bald guy was supermarket security and that the punk had been caught shoplifting or something.