So, my grandfather passed away on Tuesday night. We found out about it last night. We tend to have delayed emotional reactions in my family, so I'm fine right now, but I know later (maybe in a few months, maybe next year), I'll be really, really sad and will grieve then. In the meantime, there is my family to deal with. We're not ones for communicating well with each other, and in fact, I'm almost surprised we already know Grandpa passed away.
I went to the grocery store last night to buy allergy-safe food for the road trip to the funeral. I'm in the process of filling up my ipod (thanks again, Deals!) so that I don't have to listen to my family members in the car. We love each other and usually get along very well, but on a road trip, we turn on each other (see this description from ImpatientChicken).
In other news, I am taking a tai chi class with JLR and our friend MJ. Last Monday, I was waiting for JLR at the entrance to the gardens where the class is held, and the instructor happened by. He made the mistake of saying hello. I started talking. Five, maybe ten minutes later, I saw his eyes make a very familiar motion. They made that surreptitious sideways glance that says "I want to be in *there* (eyes pointing in the direction of where the person wants to be), but I'm stuck out here because that person won't stop talking (eyes looking at the person--me--who won't stop talking)." And then I tried to figure out a way to turn off the verbal faucet, but I'm not good at that sort of thing. And then, praise God, one of our classmates walked up, and we had someone else to talk to (with whom to talk).
That's all for now. I'm signing off to go pack for the road trip.