Welcome to May in November
May. 27th, 2008 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altivoOr is that November in May? Whichever, it's cold and gloomy and generally depressing. Makes me want to start up the woodstove again, though it really isn't cold enough for that. The effect is psychological somehow.
Power went out at work today about 3:45 PM. Comm Ed's recorded message said that the cause was known and the estimated recovery time was 6:00 PM. Not unusual for around here, but irritating. It actually came back on just before five.
I have finishing work to do: hems to be put into woven towels, must be done by next weekend at the latest, and should be done by hand. I don't feel like it, but can't put it off much longer. In fact, I wanna just go to bed with a book and a plushie or two.
Got the word that my oldest first cousin passed away. He'd been fighting cancer for several years now, so it wasn't a surprise, but it's another reminder of mortality. I last saw him eight years ago, when I drove to Florida for my mother's funeral. His two younger brothers are still going strong and both older than I am, but even so... On my father's direct line I'm the oldest still living, though the generations are so stretched out in that family that his older brother's living grandchildren are older than I am. I had only two first cousins on his side, and one of them was nearly as old as he. Both have been gone for quite a few years now.
Power went out at work today about 3:45 PM. Comm Ed's recorded message said that the cause was known and the estimated recovery time was 6:00 PM. Not unusual for around here, but irritating. It actually came back on just before five.
I have finishing work to do: hems to be put into woven towels, must be done by next weekend at the latest, and should be done by hand. I don't feel like it, but can't put it off much longer. In fact, I wanna just go to bed with a book and a plushie or two.
Got the word that my oldest first cousin passed away. He'd been fighting cancer for several years now, so it wasn't a surprise, but it's another reminder of mortality. I last saw him eight years ago, when I drove to Florida for my mother's funeral. His two younger brothers are still going strong and both older than I am, but even so... On my father's direct line I'm the oldest still living, though the generations are so stretched out in that family that his older brother's living grandchildren are older than I am. I had only two first cousins on his side, and one of them was nearly as old as he. Both have been gone for quite a few years now.
