A Quiet Morning

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.

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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