There and There Again.

After getting home from the meetings in Nashville, I was home for the weekend then had to pack and leave on the Monday for department meetings at our headquarters in Irving.  While in other times I might have stayed the intervening days, I chose to go home when the meetings ended on Wednesday evening and come back on Saturday.

The original reason for this second trip (and I'd hoped the work one would overlap, so I wouldn't have to travel twice, but it was not to be) is the Dallas Winds concert on Tuesday evening.  When I came to the July 4th concert the friend who accompanied me expressed interest, and who am I to pass up the opportunity?  Then I realized if I came on Saturday I could see a play, then the family announced a memorial service for an actor I knew and admired, held on Sunday.  So it's a busy few days here, and I supposed it's good that I had the break at home.

During those days another friend died; she had pancreatic cancer and lost the battle.  Her husband is devastated, even with the time to prepare; they'd agreed, no official memorial service.  The same day that I heard about Jo, my (honorary) aunt/godmother advised that my (honorary) godfather/uncle had died.  He was one of my mother's longest-term friends, and became a friend to my father when my parents married.  My brother and I grew up with their children, and they looked after us a few times when our parents went out of town.

So, it's been an emotional few days, especially because I was at the meetings and so had to remain professional, give a presentation, etc.

On the up side, when I went to the show last night, a friend gave me a huge bag of scarves and mitts and hats she had made to donate to people in western North Carolina, who are recovering from Hurricane Helene.  It's getting cold out there and these will be welcome.  The friend with whom I am staying, who is also donating via a friend's daughter who is at school in WNC, gave me a scarf to include.

{Yes, my title is a takeoff on this book.}