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So Friday afternoon we finally had my uncle's ashes interred; now instead of sitting in a box on the dresser in his old room (where they had been since he died in December), the box is now in the ground next to my grandparents. The 'ceremony' consisted of my aunt (his sister) saying a few words about letting go and forgiveness (very well done, I might add; I don't know if I'd've come up with anything so eloquent) and then reading some prayers. And then all 14 of us went out to dinner, which is always an adventure. So that was Friday.

The last two days I've spent staying in the air conditioning as much as possible, listening to podcasts, and feeling all existential. Or something. I ought to be used to this by now; it seems to creep up on me around this time every year: the need to break free, do something different, move away, all of those sorts of things. Then reality comes crashing in after a few days and brings me back to my knees. Grr, stupid reality.

But! Only 24 days until my trip to California! Woo!