Week 23 - A Funeral, And Then

I dreamt I was with the N.W.A., writing a dis track, but we were different. The world went against me, and we gathered on the terrace inside a church. The gang gathered around and talked, and I wrote my lines on an embroidered tablecloth. I don't remember what I wrote, but we were ready to record. Ready to go at any moment.

And then, we were outside, in the big city, running over rooftops, and all over the place, and the shop wasn't selling what I wanted. The cityscape was medieval, with twisting towers high above, and houses of natural stone. That's all I remember.

And today, One Piece 745 came out! The one which ultimately ends the Dressrosa Arc. It's over! They won! I can't wait to see what adventure comes next. As for me: it'll be work. I'm up late since I just managed to post my 6 movie reviews of the week, as well as a few other leftovers, and now I'm writing this, the post of the week. I've posted another three earlier, and last week was... last week, right?

I went to a funeral this week. A friend and grandma to a good friend, Inga, for whom I wrote a short poem here. I was super-nervous about the event, mostly because it was the first funeral I'd attend at which my own family wasn't gathered, and my brethren not with me to back me up, but I hadn't needed to worry at all. It was a small gathering of people - first in a cozy old church, then by an open grave in the yard, and finally in a cool room with panorama windows where we enjoyed shrimp sandwiches and for a brief moment cast aside our mourning. There was no card reading, or counting of gifts and names, and only one brief speech on part of the host. It was subtle, peaceful, and not too long.

I prepared my suit and tie the night before, all too late - realizing I had no suitable pants, but fortunately there was a pair in a nearby closet I could borrow. I had no flowers prepared either, and no shops were open early enough - but fortunately they were selling red roses on the square where I stepped off the train.

I met my good buddy Bear with a docile rose, and a black umbrella for the torrent of rain that wasn't supposed to be there this particular morning. Suitable weather for a funeral, though. We drove to the church, and sang, and said our prayers, and gathered around the dig under parting clouds and warm rays of sun. It was serene.

And after that? It's been work as usual, and plenty of other projects. Busy, but I feel like I'm making progress! I've booked my flight up North as well, on the 5th of July. It's been a good week, and now the new one starts, and I should probably get to sleep if I want to wake up tomorrow later today. Good night.