The Sound of One Hand Clapping...
…would make significantly more noise than I have on this blog, as of late.
There are a couple of reasons for this. The main one is that I don’t actually have the internet in my new flat yet, and won’t for another 9 days. Bloody Virgin Media. Serves me right for not going with media which has a bit more experience, I suppose. I’m writing this at work, which is something I really don’t like to do, but it’s very much the end of the day and I’m in late because I started late. I figure: a quick post can’t hurt.
Another reason is that my life has been incredibly complicated for the last couple of weeks. I have been bounced around all over the place. I also missed a flight, an expensive mistake I may devote a blog entry to at some point, now that my (partially self directed) rage has subsided, since it has some comedy value.
More importantly: my paternal grandmother died. There’s really no way to sugar coat that fact. To head off inevitable questions:
Yes, we were close. In point of fact she basically raised me. I probably loved her more than anyone else in the entire world. I was also her only grandchild.
Yes, I am okay. I will be okay. I knew that day was coming. She had been ill in one form or another for basically my entire life and the years were being increasingly unkind.
No, that did not make it any easier. I cried for more or less the entire funeral, and I have no qualms (zero!) about broadcasting that fact over the internet. I was very glad to have my family and some close friends who knew my Nan there with me.
It is not my intention for this post to be macabre, though. For one thing my grandmother would not have wanted that. I mainly wanted to just check-in and indicate that this blog is still around, and more posts will be forthcoming. Especially now that: a) I have my computer back, and b) Shamus Young and Michael Goodfellow are making significantly more progress than I on their procedural generation projects. I am jealous of this.
I’ll be back with more to say soon. Future topics of conversation will include: why I hate RyanAir, donuts, and dog food. Yes, dog food.
RIP Cath / Kath Johnson1
Funny story about my Nan: no one is 100% sure of what her first name actually was. ↩