I've got some nature-of-the-country-for-queers talk to get to here some time. Haven't felt like writing it in the last few days, though, with this uprising of the Grim R and the attendant loss of that good Paula. Funeral stuff tomorrow, including the reception at work---I'm going in for a few hours beforehand to help them get set up.
I really haven't been to funerals much. For each of my parents we had a memorial kind of thing---for my father the "we" was the rest of the family; for my mother, it was me and Holly, along with my brother and sister-out-law.
That seems pretty long ago now.
I've only been an orphan for about a third of how long pijeanf has, though.
Do you think it would be weird to be in Chestertown now that the large one-legged woman who beat me up is on the faculty there?