My uncle died last night.
The death was not unexpected (he’s had metastasized cancer for two years), but I have to deal with two divorced parents (and one of their two spouses) and three siblings (and two spouses and two kids belonging to my sister) coming into town, all of whom want to stay in my three extra beds despite the risk of stomach-virus contagion.
Oh, and my father (whose brother is the deceased) does not get along with his newly widowed sister-in-law, so he’s planning to sit shiva at my house instead of at hers.
It’s a horrible occasion and my house will have limbs sticking out the eaves, but my family is always extremely helpful with meals and my kids when they are around.
Coincidentally, this morning, I went to the unveiling of my grand-uncle’s stone. I was the only family member to attend, since I was the only family member for a thousand miles. My uncle’s family was in Seattle, where they were grasping at straws with attempts to prolong his life.
Yesterday was very busy, again. I took the boy to hockey (last year’s pics here) and then came home to make lunch for the kids. We all went out to buy a gift for Child Two’s friend, and then headed off to the Royal Canadian Hussars open house. I tried to stop at a Tim Horton’s to pick up my first coffee since Wednesday but discovered I had no cash on me. I had no time to stop to get cash, because I had to drive Child Two and two friends to a birthday party.
The map on the pamphlet that came with the invitation was horribly uninformative, and helped me turn a half-hour drive into an hour. I had a headache, too, despite 1,200 mg of ibuprofen over the course of the afternoon. Traffic on the way home was horrendous and took 90 minutes.
Child Three had been asking me to make escargot for days, so we stopped to buy two cans of snails. I sauted them in garlic butter. Child Three ate one. Child Two ate some, also. They left the bowl in reach of the dog, who ate the rest. By that time, I was already asleep. I slept from 8:00 p.m. to 8:30 a.m. this morning. It’s too bad you can’t bank sleep and earn interest.