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More Tempests, and a
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Friday I went to see The Tempest (with John playing didge) and it was
pretty fun. I had seen a bit of a 1979 movie at Dorian and Amethyst's so
I kinda knew what was going on. The acting was good and there were a lot
of funny scenes.
The next night my brother Grant flew in to BWI from New Mexico with a
couple of his students, Marianna and Jenny, and they came to spend the
night before heading down to Sweet Briar the next day. We went to the
play and this time I helped out with the drumming since they were a
little short. Then we went and ate at the New Deal and had some fun
conversations with some of the local folk.
On Sunday John went to play in the play again, I picked up Rich and Izolda and we went over to Renee and Alex's a
bit early for a Lindy Hop lesson before dance night. I'd been led in
Lindy a many times before, and it was neat to learn what I was really
supposed to be doing.
Yesterday, Tuesday, I was late to a funeral for Stacy's mother Sophie,
who died last Wednesday. I underestimated how long it would take me to
get there, and arrived just as the service was wrapping up. There
was an open casket, so as everyone took their turn saying goodbye as
they left, I also went up to take a look. It's only the second time I've
seen a dead body, the first was when I was pretty young. Although the
body looked very nice, it didn't really look like Sophie, and I had the
distinct impression (as Stacy did, she told me when I walked and talked
with her today) that this had very little to do with Sophie and we both
find it strange that folks would keep the body around to look at - let
alone preserve and bury in a fancy box preventing decomposition.
I thought I had time to go to the cemetary. I had seen one nearby on
the way and somehow assumed we'd be going there. So I got into the
funeral procession and off we went. Through Dundalk, onto the Baltimore
beltway, off that onto a winding road. All along that winding road I
kept thinking it had to be just around the next bend, but we just kept
going and going and going. It was an hour since I had gotten in my car
and I thought I was going to have to leave the procession and try to
find my way when we finally arrived at the veteran's cemetary (where
Stacy's father is buried). Then there was more waiting. When I could
finally get to Stacy again I apologized that I had to leave. I got
directions from the front office - thankfully I didn't have to travel
back along the winding road and was able to get to a major highway
almost right away. I got home with just enough time to change and eat
something before going off to teach a class.
I saw Stacy today, she came by to walk Booda with me. She is holding up
remarkably well, at least in my presence. But I think she really is doing well.
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