Yesterday a got a call from the funeral home that the ashes were ready to pick up. It’s a small urn, maybe 3 inches high. Small. I added them to the memory box, I keep adding things. Boy, though the funeral home strongly reminded me of the 70s. Dark brick walls and dark wood. We haven’t decided if we’re going a ceremony, probably not for awhile if we do.
This morning Rowan and walked down to the coffee shop a few blocks down. I love that there is a coffee shop right around us. If I were independently wealthy, I would own one. Rowan had a fruit smoothie, it’s her new thing. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, she loves both fruit and yogurt, as I do. We went out to eat last night (Chinese) and I was worrying that I hadn’t had enough fruit. I had only had 3 servings, unlike my usual 5 or so. I didn’t feel very healthy. Leif laughed as he usually has zero servings of fruit a day.
In the coffee shop, there were also artist’s exhibits. One was photography, and one was watercolors. The photography one was not bad, but the watercolors–I was not impressed. I could do better, and it made me think that maybe I should do some new art. It’s been so long. I’ve had some ideas for new art, although I’m not sure if my drawing skills are up to par for what I envision. So I think I might go to Michaels today. A certain small someone commandeered my watercolor tubes a few months back, so I need a new set. Damn parental love, I give in every time.