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After spending a full week in Boston, it is SO NICE to be home. 

Sharkey, our sweet fur-baby, was SO HAPPY to have us home. He must have really missed us, because when he meowed he had no voice left! He kept purring and purring. He followed me into every room I went into, and if I sat down, presto! He was on my lap!

Mr. Jem's mother has come home with us to California for the week. We got to the house at 2:00 p.m. on Sunday and she immediately went to bed. When I left for work this morning at 7:00 a.m. she was still sleeping. Poor woman was exhausted. Actually, we were all exhausted, especially because SIL pulled her regular self-centered antics - talking about how tired SHE was, how much SHE had to do, telling US what to do, but not doing much on her own end. Then she refused to drive us to the airport on Sunday morning. Bleh. Left a very sour taste in my mouth. I felt sad. Sad for all the drama when we should have been focusing on being kind to each other, especially as Mr. Jem's father just passed. 

The funeral was last Tuesday and was very sad. Imagine driving through a maze of snow-drifts in the Massachusetts countryside. Only indication that we were in the right place was the hearse waiting next to a dark hole in the snowy landscape. Braving the biting cold wind, the mourners gathered around the grave, Mr. Jem's father's casket was lowered into it. The rabbi said prayers and then Mr. Jem said a eulogy, as did his mother and sisters. We then took turns placing shovelfuls of earth on his casket, and saying farewell.

Back at the parents' house everyone ate and drank and told stories about Mr. Jem's dad.

The rest of the week was calls to Social.Security, changing names on bills, informing people of his death. Not exactly fun, especially with the complaining, pain-in the ass SIL.

Like I said, it's good to be home. I hope I'll have time to mourn my failed IVF one of these days. Maybe when Mr. Jem's mom has gone home again. Sigh.

~Jem