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Oct. 31st, 2003 12:06 pmI stayed up last night until Dru got home, just shy of midnight. Worked down to the wire on my costume, and even now it's not quite done. I finished off the neck of the sweater, hemmed the sleeves of the robe and pulled out my Jedi pants, but I didn't finish the sweater sleeves (cleverly hidden under the over-long robe sleeves), or hem the bottom of the robe (everyone's oohing over the fact that I actually *made* it. Heh.)
I'd tried to page Dru yesterday after Dad told me the news about Nanny, but first day crap and all, he didn't really get to it. Dad had had me sit down first, but it wasn't a shock to me, and it wasn't really a shock to him, either. We talked about what Poppa was going to do (Head to Colorado to spend time with Mom, my uncle and various cousins) before he decides on a long-term future. And then we talked about his first day as a working EMT.
When contemplating the sweater, I'm reminded of the fairy tale where the girl's brothers are turned into swans (or ravens, or crowa) and she must work for seven years sewing shirts for them without speaking. At the last, when she's about to be burned for a witch, she throws the shirts on her brothers' bird forms, and then turn back into humans. But the last brother, because she was hurried, and hadn't the time to finish the last sleeve, still had a wing for an arm.
I think I'll tell my boss about Nanny after the party, and ask for Monday off. I'm entitled to at least one day of paid bereavement leave, and another day of recuperation from the last minute costume blitz (which has left me with this knot right under my right shoulderblade) would not go amiss.
I'd tried to page Dru yesterday after Dad told me the news about Nanny, but first day crap and all, he didn't really get to it. Dad had had me sit down first, but it wasn't a shock to me, and it wasn't really a shock to him, either. We talked about what Poppa was going to do (Head to Colorado to spend time with Mom, my uncle and various cousins) before he decides on a long-term future. And then we talked about his first day as a working EMT.
When contemplating the sweater, I'm reminded of the fairy tale where the girl's brothers are turned into swans (or ravens, or crowa) and she must work for seven years sewing shirts for them without speaking. At the last, when she's about to be burned for a witch, she throws the shirts on her brothers' bird forms, and then turn back into humans. But the last brother, because she was hurried, and hadn't the time to finish the last sleeve, still had a wing for an arm.
I think I'll tell my boss about Nanny after the party, and ask for Monday off. I'm entitled to at least one day of paid bereavement leave, and another day of recuperation from the last minute costume blitz (which has left me with this knot right under my right shoulderblade) would not go amiss.
