Two Days Already

[handful_ofdust]

We were invited to the actual service, but since we couldn't find anyone to park Cal with on short notice, we ended up going to the visitation instead. It was, in the final analysis, about as hard as one might expect, yet also far less hard; strangely joyous, in many ways. We sat in the corners and talked like it was any other party Mrs Taniguchi had hosted, saw people we hadn't seen in years, hugged each other and told each other soft, sympathetic things. Alex and Barb were there, and I barely noticed; Hope said awkwardly nice stuff to me about Cal (who was surprisingly good, and "on", the entire time. For example, after running into an adjacent room to spin for a while, he said "I found a chair!", sat down on it, said: "Sit down. Stand up. Sit down. Stand up. Okay, everybody, that's all for now, bye-bye!"). It was as though all the various hurts and slights had dropped away, because we weren't there for ourselves, and really, what would be the point in pursuing any of our old vendettas? No point. None at all.

There were bad moments, of course--I recall a point where I realized that what was playing in the background was the organ solo from "House of the Rising Sun" by the Animals, thought: "But why...?", followed by: "...because she must have really liked it." And then started to sob, right there--squatting in front of Cal in his stroller, trying to put his shoes back on. Again, why? I don't know. I don't know.

Later, Steve and I dropped Cal off at Mom's and went to see the latest Harry Potter, which is a fine entry in the series. Very beautifully shot, and Tom Felton does his best to make Draco's internal struggles interesting. I had the added benefit of remembering so little about the book that entire subplots came as nice little surprises, if not great ones; yet again, I'm happy I never got invested in this particular narrative, or blythe omissions like the utter absence of exactly why the "Half-Blood Prince" chose his pseudonym might annoy me. As it is, it simply slipped by me, dark and stately, a mist-shrouded processional from a world I will never share. Went in at 8:00 PM, came out at quarter to eleven, went home, watched The Scorprion King on Space. Did chores. Went to bed.

And so it goes: On and on. On, and on, and on.

I got a good idea for one of the book's climactic chapters today. Hope I can do some genuine writing tomorrow.

Comments

[sovay]

"apple of sodom", marilyn manson

That is a great title for a song.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

It's a great song! Check check it, in the next entry.;)

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I'm happy I never got invested in this particular narrative, or blythe omissions like the utter absence of exactly why the "Half-Blood Prince" chose his pseudonym might annoy me.

I haven't seen the movie yet, but my younger daughter did, and ... that was one of the things she mentioned that annoyed her.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I mean--if I notice something as a plot point, maybe it needs to be plugged.;)

I did hear they filmed at least some of the Little Severus and Lily Snape-motivation FBs; actually, I think I saw a still from one of those. So...next movie, maybe?

[baggyeyes]

I'm sorry about the loss of your friend. From what you've shared, she sounded like strong lady. But the kind that didn't need to scream to be heard.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

I think she was. My regret is that she wasn't my friend, per se--by her son is my friend, definitely. And there's hope in that.