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vacation, work
It's been a rough month for Christine and parts of her family. Her sister D's husband was in ICU with mysterious heart issues, including loosing a pulse for something like 20 seconds. That was very worrisome. He's home now, but Christine wanted to support them but her sister wasn't really letting her. If it had been my sister i would have just gone, but siblings are different.
Then her brother L reached the point where hospice let family know it was time to see him. L died on Saturday the 16th; we went to the memorial yesterday. Christine's birth place in her family -- a decade younger than her closest sibling in age -- puts her out of rhythm with everyone. I realized Christine's older nieces and nephews are my sister's age (she's 11 years younger than me), and Christine's eldest sister is nine years younger than my father. We haven't seen them in ages: not only is there the weird half generation off-step, but there is the division between her brother's clan of Campus Crusade, home-schooled kids and Christine's gender transition.
Dad's sweetheart Shirley came down with double pneumonia. He was planning on two weeks in Sicily with her in April but she won't be able to fly for a while. Dad's going to go for a shorter visit alone, a scouting trip, flying on (free) military standby flights. He talked so much about those military standby flights before Mom passed (and used them for travel at least once to California), i was surprised he got so caught up in dating locally. I thought he'd have a duffelbag packed and would be hanging out on bases around the world a year after Mom passed.
I've been OK but a little detached from the good energy i had a few weeks ago. In a rare moment of paying attention to my mood, "sour" came to mind as appropriate for a mood I am assuming some amount of this is work, with a new team manager starting and preparation underway to double the team size with contractors. It's been a blur at work, with, perhaps last week as the end of my executive function. Also, stilt grass sprouting, other invasives shouting their presence - sigh. I have negative self talk about my body, about so many other things. That slipped in and i suspect it's a big part of the sour moods.
I don't really remember the Mar 9-10 weekend -- i guess i was reading? (See previous entry.) Last weekend (Mar 16-17) i did lots of yard work, aching after. This weekend i've been going all sorts of directions, but i think i've made a little progress in all those.
Also, there was basketball, and my alma mater played well. I've continued (re)reading: this past week through the first four of Nathan Lowell's "The golden age of the solar clipper" universe's "trader tales."
Since the 10th I've peopled a little more than usual: two zoom visits with friends and my sibling zoom visit today, my niece's theater production of "Freaky Friday", memorial yesterday. I've been shopping: i bought a nifty gadget that is essentially a laptop without processor and memory: for that you plug in your phone. Android phones have a desktop mode and then this would make doing things on the phone (like during travel) easier.
I'm also thinking about the eclipse trip and spinning around my head with plans. Just went out to look at where i thought the camping equipment was, but it is incomplete. Fie. No idea where the other camping kitchen stuff would be in all the unpacked stuff. I thought i'd lost the tiny burner of the small stove: turns out that it was in a pot. Christine says i can not bother to cancel the order for the second burner. A second burner could be nice given a power outage, assuming a second tank of fuel. I do know where the sleeping bags are, yay.
TimeAndDate.com has an excellent capability to provide hyperlocal timings for the eclipse stages https://www.timeanddate.com/eclipse/in/@38.773,-85.690?iso=20240408 documents the schedule for where I'm going. (A bit on the edge of totality vacation, work