Today is the 3rd anniversary of Bartzy's funeral, which was both wrenching and glorious. A movie was suggested for this evening - we had not been to one together for quite a while - and "World Trade Center " opened today. I agreed to this one with alacrity. Normally I might well avoid it, but to join my sorrow to those who grieved at that time and continue to grieve (and don't we all?) seemed just right.

I am beginning to get my new little workspace cum guest room (at least for one person) in shape.The little shrine to the beloved departed who have gone to the other side of the veil is metamorphizing. But it is coming together. On a related subject, I am beginning to use the dishes which had belonged to my grand mother and great-grandmothers. I understand that the gnomes (or root beings) chortle with glee each time someone breaks a dish.

Just a postscript. I wrote this on the 12th, but it didn't get uploaded until the 13th, which accounts for the discrepancy between the date and the anniversary of Bart's transition into Grace.