L sometimes surprises me with her oddly realistic take on things, although maybe it's not so odd really. She exclaims about her classmates saying they can be anything they want to be when they grow up. What if those jobs aren't available when they grow up, she wonders? What if too many people have that job already? What if you don't make enough money doing that job? ...and then other times she does not seem to comprehend that goods and services cost money and mom does not make shit tons of that. Especially at the moment.
Recently my parents made a pilgrimage down to Soldotna for my godmother's funeral...memorial? Remembrance of life. It was sort of also for my godfather who had died a few years earlier. Which, my first thought is: even in death she can't have a whole damn memorial service to herself? Jesus. Characteristically, I only found out about both the death and the service as they were leaving. I think it's okay. Oddly, although I've been living a scant four hours away from Soldotna for past 14 years I only visited them once. Differences in philosophy? Opinion? Religion? They were part of my formative years (in Texas) and kind of one of the reasons I moved to Alaska in the first place (in the sense that they planted the seed of possibility), but that's as far as it extended. My parents said that of their two children only their son was involved in the funeral because he and his sister had had a falling out about my godmother's end-of-life care. Well. Okay, then. That's what mental rigidity yields, I suppose.
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