More adulting

Well, I just did a grown-up thing. I texted Eyefields, as I do occasionally these days to make sure he's not dead, and foolishly rubbed a sore spot. He responded by reminding me I'd been kind of rude to him once and my kneejerk reaction was to remind him of all the times he'd been rude to me. Fortunately I recognised what a dead end that was and instead simply apologised and moved on. Baby steps.

I'm reaching the emotional stage of preparing for my trip out west. Last night I was looking for a couple prints I wanted to take with me for his family and I came across an unopened package. It was a shikishi with a nandina design. I'm not sure when Monshu purchased it or why it was unopened. When possible, I tried to bring these things to him in the hospital and opening up the few I hadn't was one of the things we did during his brief final visit home.

I go back and forth between wondering if three-and-a-half days with his family is too much or too little and I question the wisdom of tacking on a week in Seattle afterwards, particularly given that I'm likely to be spending the first day or two in an unfamiliar house with an unfamiliar person. I'm assured the time will fly by and it probably will. And in the end we're all dead anyway so what does it matter if it doesn't?