Interlude

Thank you to all for your thoughts and sympathy. I arrived today in New York City and the funeral is tomorrow. I will update more when I have more to say.

My mother is dusting every corner of the apartment at the moment. In fact, just twenty minutes ago, we were heading to the kitchen when she stopped in her tracks and yelled, “Ugh! I see more dust!” Naturally, since I ignore dust, I had no idea what she was talking about, but of course she whipped out a rag and a bottle of Fantastik and has been cruising around the place looking for the pervasive stuff ever since.

She’s paranoid because we’re having people over tomorrow after the service. I highly doubt they’ll notice the dust behind her bureau, but that hasn’t stopped her from wiping it off.

Must go. My mother just offered me some watermelon and I must take her up on the offer.

10 thoughts on “Interlude

  1. Dust? I wouldn’t notice it if it were all over my coffee table. Oh, wait, it is. Crap!

    Hang in there, and all the best to you and your loved ones.

  2. Please be well. Sometimes people cean when they have nervous energy or when they feel like they need to be able to do something when they can’t do anything else. Anyway, my sympathies to you and yours and a safe trip as well.

  3. How was that watermelon ? As a baby you used to grab the Baby Wipes
    and clean everything in sight . It was quite funny to see. Guess we all
    change.

  4. Man, I’m sorry to hear about your brother. I hope you guys are holding up well and your mom can funnel a little grief through dusting. Whatever it takes.

  5. that is so freaking ironic , the AIDS thing…especially coming from you. I had no clue you suffered any sort of anxiety…you seem so level headed. just freaking weird how many ppl struggle with this…the anxiety, and the AIDS fear. I think it has alot to do with technology…like the internet, yknow, all these health scares and access to medical info we never had before. Insanity.

  6. I always find it so interesting what people do to pass the time while waiting for a funeral. My grandmother just sat and stared off into space for a few days after my grandfather died and my aunt ran around like a crazy woman getting all of the arrangements made. She kept obsessing over every small detail. I guess everyone has a different coping mechanism to make them feel more in control of their world. I wish the best for your family, and hope that your brother has found a much more comforting place.

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