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No martial arts — black belt tests for other people. I didn’t realize or remember so I got up and asked T. and then went back to bed.
There was piano, in person and it went well. Yay!
My aunt M.’s memorial service was today, and it was hybrid, so I watched that. I put on something black with a reasonable neckline, some jewelry and lipstick, but in the event, I turned my camera off and cleaned my office instead — they didn’t seem to be doing breakout rooms because hybrid? M.’s younger son did most of the service, altho his older brother said a few words as well. The closing prayer was by M., my BIL. All very weird. D. told some really neat stories about daily life while M. was little, that he heard from her while driving her to doctor appointments in more recent years (old people talk about their childhoods and it is awesome). After the talk, there was a nice slideshow including a lot of pictures I’d never seen before, including some of my grandparents, my father, and other people that I’d never seen before. Also pictures from when M. and D. went to the Netherlands and visited Achlum, and met J., A., M. and A.
I had a lot of thoughts while listening. The absolute rabid denial / fear of death of course always stands out in JW beliefs. There’s a scripture they use as part of their anti-birthday policy — better is the day of death, than the day of birth — and it hit different today. I heard it this time as an urgent need for judgment, even when that denies any possibility of hope. So many things unavailable or denied in the present, but promised in the Resurrection. Surreal, and sad, and unwholesome.
It rained, so no walk with M. It eventually stopped for a while, so I did the one mile loop while talking to my sister. We talked a bit about how that branch of the family had no children, and D. (middle kid) doesn’t seem to have married? It’s okay to not get married! But in JW world, gay is not okay, and sex outside of marriage is not okay, so not getting married ever is a different thing than it might be outside of JW world. I’ve known a lot of people over the years who have consciously decided never to have kids, and that is fine. I’ve known a few people who had siblings and no one in the sibling group had kids, and that’s a little unusual. Upon reflection, I’m seeing inklings of a pattern. When the parents are both not at all emotionally expressive — not necessarily abusive, and not even totally emotionally unavailable, but not at all emotionally expressive, or only ever expressing one emotion — that seems to be what produces children who in turn do not have children.
Odd stuff to think about. Watching two cousins and a BIL in action on stage was a remarkable thing to see. I am so expressively happy that I left when I did.
I’m trying to figure out a way to say some catty things about men in suits who really should be working out more, but probably I should just leave that alone.
A. went to Oliver, her school’s play which some friends were in.
T. went to work, to Subway for dinner, and to his school’s homecoming dance. Very nice evening! A. asked me to walk over to walk her home after, so I did.
There was piano, in person and it went well. Yay!
My aunt M.’s memorial service was today, and it was hybrid, so I watched that. I put on something black with a reasonable neckline, some jewelry and lipstick, but in the event, I turned my camera off and cleaned my office instead — they didn’t seem to be doing breakout rooms because hybrid? M.’s younger son did most of the service, altho his older brother said a few words as well. The closing prayer was by M., my BIL. All very weird. D. told some really neat stories about daily life while M. was little, that he heard from her while driving her to doctor appointments in more recent years (old people talk about their childhoods and it is awesome). After the talk, there was a nice slideshow including a lot of pictures I’d never seen before, including some of my grandparents, my father, and other people that I’d never seen before. Also pictures from when M. and D. went to the Netherlands and visited Achlum, and met J., A., M. and A.
I had a lot of thoughts while listening. The absolute rabid denial / fear of death of course always stands out in JW beliefs. There’s a scripture they use as part of their anti-birthday policy — better is the day of death, than the day of birth — and it hit different today. I heard it this time as an urgent need for judgment, even when that denies any possibility of hope. So many things unavailable or denied in the present, but promised in the Resurrection. Surreal, and sad, and unwholesome.
It rained, so no walk with M. It eventually stopped for a while, so I did the one mile loop while talking to my sister. We talked a bit about how that branch of the family had no children, and D. (middle kid) doesn’t seem to have married? It’s okay to not get married! But in JW world, gay is not okay, and sex outside of marriage is not okay, so not getting married ever is a different thing than it might be outside of JW world. I’ve known a lot of people over the years who have consciously decided never to have kids, and that is fine. I’ve known a few people who had siblings and no one in the sibling group had kids, and that’s a little unusual. Upon reflection, I’m seeing inklings of a pattern. When the parents are both not at all emotionally expressive — not necessarily abusive, and not even totally emotionally unavailable, but not at all emotionally expressive, or only ever expressing one emotion — that seems to be what produces children who in turn do not have children.
Odd stuff to think about. Watching two cousins and a BIL in action on stage was a remarkable thing to see. I am so expressively happy that I left when I did.
I’m trying to figure out a way to say some catty things about men in suits who really should be working out more, but probably I should just leave that alone.
A. went to Oliver, her school’s play which some friends were in.
T. went to work, to Subway for dinner, and to his school’s homecoming dance. Very nice evening! A. asked me to walk over to walk her home after, so I did.