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weekend of the dead :-/
Aug. 6th, 2002 10:11 pmI'm going to go to Bethpage tomorrow. Mom is fixing the skirt now. (I outgrew it just a little bit. It was a little tight last year, but I'm still taking this as a good sign) I'm a little bit nervous. I haven't been there in a year. And I'll have to get up early. And talk to people I don't know. Frankly, I'm not that great at it--I make it a lecture, and most of the people there can make it like a conversation. ::sigh:: ah well. It's good for me to get out of the house, and I'm helping. I don't really like the school groups. stressful. >.< Ah well. Uhm. I always feel pretty good at the end of the day though. And tomorrow shouldn't be too hot. I hope things go all right. I wonder where I'll be placed. So far I've only been at the store (which I knew very well--I've forgotten a lot now.) (well, I knew the house section. I couldn't do the shop section), the farm (which I can do, and which I like pretty well) and the tavern (which I don't like).
we'll see what happens this year.
This also means I gotta wake up at 8:15, so I can't stay up too late.
On Sunday, first we drove down more south (NY is north of NJ, btw) and paid a shivah call. The wife of my dad's old friend died. They'd gone to high school and college together. ::sigh:: Worrying. It was good to see him though--I've never met him in my memory (when I was very little I'd seen him. or he'd seen me.). Then we drove back up north to the wake. My second wake, Katie and Michael's first. I'd stopped by at the wake of the sister of a classmate in elementary school. She'd been very sick. But I wasn't there for very long so it was different. This was very strange. I didn't like having the corpse there. We all agreed that we prefered the Jewish traditions around death. For one thing, the body doesn't watch you.
We went back to the hotel, where me and mom went for a swim. Then we went down to dinner, where I had some very salty French onion soup. Mom and Dad went back to the wake for several more hours. We stayed at the hotel and watched the second half of What Women Want and I read The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. (I think Dawn Treader is such a lovely name) I slept very badly that night.
On Monday we went to my first Christian funeral. Interesting. I don't know. :-/ I. . . don't know. I'm not a big fan of Christianity.
On to the grave site. We ran over a tombstone. O_O geez. I feel awful. We were all in the line from the funeral procession, and someone told Dad that he'd have to move cos someone needed to get out, so he pulled over in rather a hurry and didn't see where he was. Then, as we were leaving, we heard this very loud thump and I looked back and the tombstone had been knocked over. oy. It was a small one. Like, there was one of those big ones with the family name on it, and then there were four smaller ones in front of it for each of the members of the family. We knocked over the last of those. :-/
Then we all went back to the funeral parlor to proceed to the restaurant where we were having a meal. my god!! lol. Oy. Very few people knew where it was, so we all make this train to follow the person who did. And we were in the second half of the train, and us (and two other people--one in front, thank heavens, and one behind) got kinda split off from the others. Amazingly enough, we all managed to get there, and the food was fantastic.
Then we went home. it was a quick trip and I took an hour long nap on it.
ok. that's all I'm going to say, I think.
we'll see what happens this year.
This also means I gotta wake up at 8:15, so I can't stay up too late.
On Sunday, first we drove down more south (NY is north of NJ, btw) and paid a shivah call. The wife of my dad's old friend died. They'd gone to high school and college together. ::sigh:: Worrying. It was good to see him though--I've never met him in my memory (when I was very little I'd seen him. or he'd seen me.). Then we drove back up north to the wake. My second wake, Katie and Michael's first. I'd stopped by at the wake of the sister of a classmate in elementary school. She'd been very sick. But I wasn't there for very long so it was different. This was very strange. I didn't like having the corpse there. We all agreed that we prefered the Jewish traditions around death. For one thing, the body doesn't watch you.
We went back to the hotel, where me and mom went for a swim. Then we went down to dinner, where I had some very salty French onion soup. Mom and Dad went back to the wake for several more hours. We stayed at the hotel and watched the second half of What Women Want and I read The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. (I think Dawn Treader is such a lovely name) I slept very badly that night.
On Monday we went to my first Christian funeral. Interesting. I don't know. :-/ I. . . don't know. I'm not a big fan of Christianity.
On to the grave site. We ran over a tombstone. O_O geez. I feel awful. We were all in the line from the funeral procession, and someone told Dad that he'd have to move cos someone needed to get out, so he pulled over in rather a hurry and didn't see where he was. Then, as we were leaving, we heard this very loud thump and I looked back and the tombstone had been knocked over. oy. It was a small one. Like, there was one of those big ones with the family name on it, and then there were four smaller ones in front of it for each of the members of the family. We knocked over the last of those. :-/
Then we all went back to the funeral parlor to proceed to the restaurant where we were having a meal. my god!! lol. Oy. Very few people knew where it was, so we all make this train to follow the person who did. And we were in the second half of the train, and us (and two other people--one in front, thank heavens, and one behind) got kinda split off from the others. Amazingly enough, we all managed to get there, and the food was fantastic.
Then we went home. it was a quick trip and I took an hour long nap on it.
ok. that's all I'm going to say, I think.
