Friday

Today, the reality of Sonia's passing is starting to make its way into my brain. Yesterday I was just stunned and confused. Today I'm just sad. If you are so moved, please make a donation in Sonia's memory to The Theophany School: 754 Greendale Ave. ~ PO Box 920-736 ~ Needham, MA ~ 02492-0736.


We woke up to a blizzard this morning, with several inches of snow already on the ground. True to form, my landlords did not shovel the steps, and whoever is in charge of plowing our street hadn't gotten around to it by 8. At least Shore Road was relatively clear, and the bus ride didn't take as long as I thought it would.

When I moved to Bay Ridge, everyone warned me that the hour-long commute would be a drag. Turns out it's probably my favorite part of the whole day. The express bus is really peaceful, and Fiance and I get to commute together pretty often. Beats the heck out of the subway, that's for sure.

Yesterday I left work early -- ran out of things to pretend to do -- and I went to the post office to send my engagement ring to the jeweler who is making my wedding band (he needs to make sure it matches up). The post office was, as usual, slow and annoying. Just as I was finishing up, a crazy person went off on one of the postal workers. It was sort of terrifying. My nerves were so shot anyway that I almost fainted. Did you know that the postal workers aren't allowed to keep guns behind the counter? That seems sort of nuts to me, especially when they aren't behind glass. I also overheard, while I was there, that that particular post office won't hand-cancel your wedding invitations. Good to know. I think I'm sending them from Mom and Dad's anyway.

While my ring is at the jeweler's, probably for the next two or three weeks, I'm wearing a fake engagement ring that I bought on Amazon for $16.50. It looks disturbingly like my actual ring. It feels really light, though, since it's silver and mine is platinum. It's much more comfortable to wear a fake than it is to go without a ring entirely. Last week I ran out of the house without my ring for the first time since we got engaged almost a year ago, and I felt so weird all day.

Looks like the plan for the weekend is to head up to Boston on Saturday afternoon, stay with my sister-in-law's parents, go to the wake on Sunday afternoon / evening, and then either drive back home Sunday night or stay over again, attend the funeral on Monday, and get a ride home with my priest and his family. Either way, I'm probably not working on Monday. I don't even know why I'm here today -- all of the clients I need to speak with are out of their offices because of the snow.