Back in the U.K. Serge Gainsbourg and wine from M&S. Hospitality provided by an old school Saskatchewan treeplanting buddy, the best kind. Trying to work my way through an intro to literary theory by Terry Eagleton while I wait for some family papers to wind their way through the bureaucracy. Hunkered down hobbit-like in a flat in Belsize Park, London. Hampsted Heath less than a minute away...walking Maddox, a beautiful big black lab, every afternoon.
My gran used to live in Barking, in the east of the city. Years ago I spent a summer with her--a hot summer in the city, mid nineties...sticky doc martens, drum and bass (goldie!), trainspotting, big black t-shirt with RAF symbol...etc--riding the District line to Tower Hill, then walk into the city.... Quite a few years of coming to the UK, the past three working up north in the Kielder forest...
This time here for a funeral. The first one I've organized, with much help from my father. I went to the graveyard last week, took flowers to the grave. Stood in front of the stone, finally realized there's no need to summon token emotions. My love for her is natural and ever present.
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