September 2007 Archives

The toughest part of living in LA so far has been my days off.  Because I don't have a car yet, and I only really have two other friends other than my housemate, I end up feeling a little trapped on my days off.  This is further magnified by the fact that I still have quite a different natural schedule than my housemate (I get up when its still the morning).  This coupled with some extra hot days...and I end up just sitting around my room bored all day.

I'm hoping to get the car situation worked out fairly soon.  But I am dependent on my buddy getting it ready for me (like getting new tags for it).  At least then I can get out and more easily explore things.

I still feel this need to find some friends outside of my work world though.  But I'm not really sure how to go about that at the moment either. 

One of the things I failed to touch on in my earlier post about my last couple weeks in Oregon, is perhaps one of the most important things I did while I was home in Eugene for the two and a half weeks.  Because all of the grandchildren were going to be in town, we were going to inter my grandmothers ashes.  My grandfather had wanted to wait for a time when we could all easily be there.  My sister, who lives in NYC, had flown back just a couple days before my grandmother passed.  Because my grandmother did not want a funeral, there was no rush to bury her ashes.

The whole family drove up to the small cemetery where her ashes would rest.  They would be put directly into the ground next to her parents.  My uncle dug a small hole and my grandfather opened the box her ashes were in and poured them directly into the ground.  What remained of my grandmother would at least feel the earth around her as she wanted.  Yet again, however, I learned about love from the eyes of my grandfather.  This haiku is for him.

for grandpa

her ashes covered
within the dirt.  his tears truth.
their love still evolves.


past breaths for my grandparents:
odb: legacy, odb: storms, odb: a new year, odb: roots

more breaths from the poets at one deep breath