Monday & Tuesday nothings

There's not even any point to saying, "Do it again, do it again!"

Monday was filled with coughing ... and worrying. Of course, I worried about the lack of sense in leaving the comfort and warmth of home to go out. Luckily, I received a reprieve in the form of an e-mail from Brent saying that Paul's service would be available in streaming video. That was an enormous relief. So I e-mailed my deacon, saying that I appreciated the offer of a ride, but that I would stay home instead.

I finished watching the end of Where The Heart Is and yet another epi of Boston Legal. And I napped. So that was yesterday.

Today, I slept and napped and did the eye drops. And ate strange things. And coughed. OUCH! I went online shortly before 7:30 and was so happy (except lonely) to be able to view the service for Paul. The church seemed to be packed and there were a whole bunch of reserved rows which, if I'd gone, would have meant that I would not have been able to see anything from waaaaaay back. And that would have frustrated me so much and made me even sadder. But it hurt when Rev. Jim Mitulski (from the SF MCC and co-presiding with Brent) asked everyone to reach out to the person next to them, saying that Paul was survived by all of us. Gee, I guess the reaching out had to be kinda virtual for me.

However, one of the benefits of watching it on my computer screen meant that I could actually SEE everybody's faces. And the screen at the front of the church was directly tied in to the multi-media process, so I could see all of the pictures of Paul from babyhood through adulthood. There was a lot of lovely music; as well, Kaddish was spoken by one of the Jewish members of the congregation and his wife, with the ending being sung by their son.

The whole service took about 75 minutes. And, yes, I was feeling just as lonely when it finished. So I was relieved to receive a call from Brian. He wanted to know if I wanted to do my booze shopping tomorrow instead of Thursday. That would be wonderful, especially as I have the hospital on the agenda for Thursday.

I'm going to watch some taped TV and think about sleeping, and giving Little Bear Pig a huge hug. Hey, that's the best I can do for tonight.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, only lonely hugs tonight,
Helenka

Monday & Tuesday nothings

There's not even any point to saying, "Do it again, do it again!"

Monday was filled with coughing ... and worrying. Of course, I worried about the lack of sense in leaving the comfort and warmth of home to go out. Luckily, I received a reprieve in the form of an e-mail from Brent saying that Paul's service would be available in streaming video. That was an enormous relief. So I e-mailed my deacon, saying that I appreciated the offer of a ride, but that I would stay home instead.

I finished watching the end of Where The Heart Is and yet another epi of Boston Legal. And I napped. So that was yesterday.

Today, I slept and napped and did the eye drops. And ate strange things. And coughed. OUCH! I went online shortly before 7:30 and was so happy (except lonely) to be able to view the service for Paul. The church seemed to be packed and there were a whole bunch of reserved rows which, if I'd gone, would have meant that I would not have been able to see anything from waaaaaay back. And that would have frustrated me so much and made me even sadder. But it hurt when Rev. Jim Mitulski (from the SF MCC and co-presiding with Brent) asked everyone to reach out to the person next to them, saying that Paul was survived by all of us. Gee, I guess the reaching out had to be kinda virtual for me.

However, one of the benefits of watching it on my computer screen meant that I could actually SEE everybody's faces. And the screen at the front of the church was directly tied in to the multi-media process, so I could see all of the pictures of Paul from babyhood through adulthood. There was a lot of lovely music; as well, Kaddish was spoken by one of the Jewish members of the congregation and his wife, with the ending being sung by their son.

The whole service took about 75 minutes. And, yes, I was feeling just as lonely when it finished. So I was relieved to receive a call from Brian. He wanted to know if I wanted to do my booze shopping tomorrow instead of Thursday. That would be wonderful, especially as I have the hospital on the agenda for Thursday.

I'm going to watch some taped TV and think about sleeping, and giving Little Bear Pig a huge hug. Hey, that's the best I can do for tonight.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, only lonely hugs tonight,
Helenka