How To Disappear Completely

Thursdays are my day to cook and Oxford Scrapbooking

Cooking brings out the inner resourcefulness in us all, such as when we find out halfway through preparing dinner that we don't have all the ingredients for the dish and must change what we do have into something else before it burns to a crisp on the stove. Fortunately last night, such a trick was fairly simple. We were going to have taco salad. I open the fridge to retrieve the lettuce in order to give it a thorough washing, and discover only a single, wilted head. Very sad. A quick check of the fridge reveals that we do have tortillas, so we have plain tacos instead.

My grandfather is visiting us this weekend. He is able to come for the first time in 12 years because he no longer has to care for my grandmother. The occasion? My youngest sister is giving a farewell piano recital before heading off to school (she's going to Cedarville, darn it). Speaking of piano playing, I need to work on my hand exercises again. I have gotten lazy about doing them. I was able to play a little Chopin the other day, and was encouraged by the sign of progress.

I spent the greater part of the morning organizing my photos from Oxford. Apparently, I had taken quite a few pictures of St. Canice's Cathedral in Kilkenny, Ireland. My last weekend in the UK was spent on a pilgrimage of sorts. My grandmother's name was Canice. My middle name is Canice. Even as a little girl, I wanted to have an obiturary that reads like hers, to carry on the legacy. Perhaps I felt that visiting the Cathedral would help me process her death. I can't figure out where she is exactly. My imagination is a little taxed when I try to come to terms with the logistics of how she remains a part of my life still. Heaven is a very fine designation, but how geographic is it? I want to know.