There were lots of people at the visitation tonight. I even knew some of them. I had not seen my grandmother look any better. My mom said she looked 25 years younger, and I agree that she looked a lot younger than I remember her. That funeral home has always been very good to our family - kind, thoughtful. I know my way around a little better than maybe I would like, but they've always been very good about handling things.
Some of the guests, however, I would have preferred to avoid all together. It's a long story, but my dad and I were sitting on a couch when we got cornered. He spotted someone he knew leaving, so he had to "walk them out," and he escaped, and I was stuck behind enemy lines, alone, with no visible means of escape. I called him on it when we were leaving, and he didn't deny that he just left me there. I did eventually escape when a distant cousin provided a distraction, and I was able to jump a couple chairs and combat roll over to the door. This was about 10 minutes before we left, too. I almost made it without having to worry about it.
I need to remember to burn my dad the CDs he wants for Christmas. I was able to find most of the songs he wanted online, and he picked about 2 CDs worth that I'm going to burn. Free Christmas presents, most excellent.
The Doctor: Small talk is a vital dating skill. It helps to establish a rapport with your companion.
Seven of Nine: Perhaps there's something to be said for assimilation after all.
More tomorrow.
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