Saturday morning started off OK, shopping in Banbury, bumping into people we know etc.
Randall’s father died in afternoon (morning in Canadian time). It was impossible not to feel some of the emotion from what has obviously been affecting him very deeply. This produced slightly odd behaviour in me, wanting to check for emails, check his blog every few minutes, as though I was being there and available. It’s a bit like the feeling you have when something important is going to happen and you MUST make sure that all the little details have been taken care of properly. Just that nagging feeling that there's something missing and you have to go through everything one more time to be certain.
Sunday was similar, really.
We had a ‘breakfast’ meeting as a church/house-group, which was nice, meant a very late breakfast and displaced mealtimes that added to the feeling of dislocation. Sunday afternoon Chris and I both seemed to sleep half the time. There were a bunch of things we wanted to do, but along with the dislocation, we just read, slept and drifted, and in my case checked blogs and email. Eventually Chris made dinner, and after that we both managed to actually do something: she spent time in the garden and I fiddled with a speaker cab and a guitar (which deserves its own post). Ended up migraine-ish on Sunday night, but fine this morning
Weekends seem to be more about recovery than anything these days, recouping strength for the week.
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