The weekend was mixed. More bad than good. The only real upside was that my new cook top finally arrived and got hooked up without further incident. Mr. Snark took the boys skiing on Saturday.
Mr. Snark is unhappy because his team got spanked yesterday.
My grandmother died during the Super Bowl. She lived in Arkansas and was ninety. My mother was with her when she passed. Due to the remoteness of my parents from airports and the arrival of Miss Bear, I haven't traveled much in the last three years. The last time we saw her was in June of 2009, right before Miss Bear was conceived in August.
I told my sons separately of her passing. My oldest boy was silent and clearly didn't know what to say. I said to my middle son, "You haven't seen her in a long time so you didn't really know her very well."
He said, "And now we never will."
His sensitivity makes me want to cry, because he really gets it.
I'm going to take a short hiatus to get myself emotionally centered again. I'm sure the blog will be back within a couple weeks but right now I'm not able to find the funny.