I guess one o'clock is the magic hour

[ritaxis]

The noise stopped abruptly at one. I was already in bed so I didn't go to the window to see if the cops had come.

I wonder if I should go give them a motherly talk about the difference between a neighborly loud party and an excruciating one?

My ears were seriously hurting by the time I went to bed. Really, I don't mind hearin somebody's music clearly through my windows. That's okay, it makes the neighborhood sound alive. Ditto for the sound of laughter and merrymaking. But there is a threshold.

Nothing about it in the online Sentinel. I don't get the paper one anymore, a decision I mildly regret from time to time, since their online presence is paltry.

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[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

Forgive me for being so self-absorbed nothing can stick -- when are you going to Sweden? How long?
After the funeral is such a strange time, isn't it? There's really nothing to do at all. But nothing isn't right either.

[katiekin.livejournal.com]

I'll be in Sweden for one week -- the last week of November -- which now is only too imminent!

I had only a few things to do for funeral itself -- and friends did most of the work for reception after -- although I did do some cooking and shopping and such --

The graveside service was amazing -- Arlington knows how to hold a funeral! The ceremony was brief -- and these folks do it all the time -- but never felt automatic or just another time -- it felt utterly personal and heartfelt.

And the day was spectacular! Cool but sunny with fall colors everywhere. Just the nicest thing.

Just beginning the more painful feelings -- all mixed up into life and other things inseparably -- love to you.