Summer is a land of contrasts
Aug. 9th, 2019 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sienamysticThis has been one hell of a summer, in both the very good and the very bad ways.
While we were visiting the beach with my family, including new adorable niece, we got word that my father-in-law had fallen and wasn't doing well. Then he seemingly was doing better. We got back home, and the better turned into not good, and then very not good, and then he passed away.
My husband is a wreck, for many and complicated reasons. We go to Kentucky for the funeral, which is a sad but loving time.
Then I hare off to Australia for two weeks on a work trip that I have added time to, because I am not stupid and will not pass up this chance to see a new country. However, it's always hard for my husband when I'm gone, and obviously right now is a bad time. So I was excited to be in Australia, but also guilty and anxious. Fun times.
I'm back home now, and had a wonderful trip. But I'm at that stage of the jet lag recovery where I'm very sweaty and things seem a little like I'm on a hyperrealistic theater set.
While I was in Melbourne I did decide to read a classic bit of literature from there, and that's how I discovered how good Picnic at Hanging Rock is. I need to see the movie now.
While we were visiting the beach with my family, including new adorable niece, we got word that my father-in-law had fallen and wasn't doing well. Then he seemingly was doing better. We got back home, and the better turned into not good, and then very not good, and then he passed away.
My husband is a wreck, for many and complicated reasons. We go to Kentucky for the funeral, which is a sad but loving time.
Then I hare off to Australia for two weeks on a work trip that I have added time to, because I am not stupid and will not pass up this chance to see a new country. However, it's always hard for my husband when I'm gone, and obviously right now is a bad time. So I was excited to be in Australia, but also guilty and anxious. Fun times.
I'm back home now, and had a wonderful trip. But I'm at that stage of the jet lag recovery where I'm very sweaty and things seem a little like I'm on a hyperrealistic theater set.
While I was in Melbourne I did decide to read a classic bit of literature from there, and that's how I discovered how good Picnic at Hanging Rock is. I need to see the movie now.