This is the tough day, at least I expected it to be. It’s the first Sunday since Mom passed that I haven’t had anything to do, such as clean out her apartment or interact with family. Sunday night is also the time when I would have dinner with Mom, either just us or the whole family, most weeks for at least the last decade. My sister is occupied with her stepson and his family, who are in town from Winnipeg (yes, Manitoba!) and having a birthday party for one of the little kids. So I’m on my own.
I’ve had a few ideas in my head to write in LJ posts, and a comment or two, but the focus for actually writing any of those hasn’t really come. I’m at Java Hutt in Ferndale, which is always busy on Sundays, so there’s people to watch and the overhead music is interesting.
My original plan for today was to take a drive somewhere. The weather is fair, but stupidly cold at 20°F below normal. The cold wasn’t a dealbreaker, but the sudden 2.5 hour nap ending at 4:00 p.m. was. I hadn’t figured out a destination, anyway. One possibility was to go to cemeteries in either Detroit or St. Clair County to visit the graves of relatives. I can do that anytime; they aren’t going anywhere. (I’m not a Goth; it’s for genealogical research. Honest.)
Tonight, I plan to do one of two things: scan in old photos from the wallets of my parents, or dig out a guitar and see if it still works. I probably could do both, since when I do play guitar it’s usually for only a half-hour or so, for some reason. All those years of 15-minute sets at open mics warped my practice habits, maybe. Either or both sound good. After I go get dinner, first.