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Slightly unexpectedly spent all day at a funeral. David came up from Lake Jackson to go with us, so we missed the service, but I'd rather have it that way anyway. It was Joy's boyfriend's brother who died, and I'd never met him, but his garden was pretty amazing. And all this after they'd given away most of the movable plants.
His relatives and friends were occasionally cool and worth talking to. I even gave one of them a link to some of my music that's online, since she seemed so psyched about it. This other guy, though, thought Joodles's opal pendant hanging from my piano string was glass, so he pointedly mentioned how he used to be a computer guy and now does glass. Even after I corrected his misapprehension, he decided to show me some phone photos of glass pieces he'd done. They were some of the ugliest things I'd ever seen. Like a first-grade crayon-melting project. I don't know how people could choose and combine that many ugly colors intentionally. And then it devolved into showing me pictures of his "babies" (pets), which I actually slightly preferred, because at least I could sympathize.
I ate a lot of intermittent cheese over the course of the maybe 6 hours we spent there. Two female relatives of Steve's both independently, as a parting declaration after having had maybe three minutes of conversation with me, said that I was "really beautiful." Which makes me wonder about the protocol for parting compliments in their family. I guess they hadn't talked to me long enough to come up with one a little less generic, but it was nice of them to say, anyway. I told them it wasn't my fault and I didn't do it on purpose.
David and mama and I stayed much later than everybody else, as Reynoldses tend to do. We traded pictures and talked and complained and criticized, also Reynolds traditions. I intermittently worried about Joodles (who was finishing archi things and not sleeping and from whom I have not yet heard today) and Trevor, whose texts about hanging out this week have been sporadic, and Mollie, who would presumably be showing up at home sometime.
As it happened, Mollie pulled up at our house at the same time as we did. We spent awhile in the kitchen chatting till she had to crash before her long drive tomorrow, and I decided I would crash too. Hopefully Joodles will be awake tomorrow. And Trevor invited me to see God of Carnage at the Alley tomorrow night with him on some comps he has. I don't know what it is, but it sounds charming. And the Alley hasn't disappointed me yet.
His relatives and friends were occasionally cool and worth talking to. I even gave one of them a link to some of my music that's online, since she seemed so psyched about it. This other guy, though, thought Joodles's opal pendant hanging from my piano string was glass, so he pointedly mentioned how he used to be a computer guy and now does glass. Even after I corrected his misapprehension, he decided to show me some phone photos of glass pieces he'd done. They were some of the ugliest things I'd ever seen. Like a first-grade crayon-melting project. I don't know how people could choose and combine that many ugly colors intentionally. And then it devolved into showing me pictures of his "babies" (pets), which I actually slightly preferred, because at least I could sympathize.
I ate a lot of intermittent cheese over the course of the maybe 6 hours we spent there. Two female relatives of Steve's both independently, as a parting declaration after having had maybe three minutes of conversation with me, said that I was "really beautiful." Which makes me wonder about the protocol for parting compliments in their family. I guess they hadn't talked to me long enough to come up with one a little less generic, but it was nice of them to say, anyway. I told them it wasn't my fault and I didn't do it on purpose.
David and mama and I stayed much later than everybody else, as Reynoldses tend to do. We traded pictures and talked and complained and criticized, also Reynolds traditions. I intermittently worried about Joodles (who was finishing archi things and not sleeping and from whom I have not yet heard today) and Trevor, whose texts about hanging out this week have been sporadic, and Mollie, who would presumably be showing up at home sometime.
As it happened, Mollie pulled up at our house at the same time as we did. We spent awhile in the kitchen chatting till she had to crash before her long drive tomorrow, and I decided I would crash too. Hopefully Joodles will be awake tomorrow. And Trevor invited me to see God of Carnage at the Alley tomorrow night with him on some comps he has. I don't know what it is, but it sounds charming. And the Alley hasn't disappointed me yet.