also, i got my flu shot

Oh, the things I did today!

• spoke on the phone with the hospice people back in the hometown to try to sort out whom I can see for bereavement counseling here in my metropolitan area of residence, and finally made an appointment with the EAP because the hospice thing just seemed like it was going to be complicated - plus they mainly had (a) groups that (b) aren't meeting again until the middle of December, whereas I want to see someone one-on-one and I don't want to wait - and only cried a little bit
  
• rescheduled my orthodontist appointment that was pre-empted last Monday by Life Events and also the hurricane
  
• got my follow-up TB test, which ditto
  
• remembered I have a car appointment tomorrow
  
• communicated further with the very nice people who are doing my dad's headstone
  
• e-mailed the professor to ask for an extension on the final paper
  
• hocked my brother about this eulogy, which we're going to be giving together but which Dad, despite his intentions, never got around to writing for us
  
• wrote a damn good first draft of a eulogy, if I do say so myself, making me the one who took this particular bull by these particular horns; and also drafted a program for the memorial service

I left my list at work, and I'm not going in tomorrow, but the remaining things on it are "pictures", which means I'm to print copies of all these pictures we sensibly scanned onto a CD a couple of weeks ago before the world ended, and we'll assemble them when we are all together on the black foam-core that is currently residing in the back seat of my car; and "music", which - oy, the music, here, I'll make a new graf.

We do need to assemble the music Dad wanted and the music we want for the service. The Gentleman Caller, being an introvert with a degree in sound engineering, is going to run the audio for the memorial service from a stairwell on the side of the (Unitarian Universalist) sanctuary, nearby but away from the crowd. Only thing is, among the music both my folks want(ed) at this shin-dig is a setting my dad wrote of Anne Bradstreet's "To My Dear and Loving Husband" - a very nice poem, but musically, hmm, not Dad's best work. (He did love to write music. It's all very sincere. Most of it is not very sophisticated - and I say this as a not-very-sophisticated musician myself. I will miss him for the rest of my life, but I think it's actually helpful to me to admit that this? is not his best work.) It's for three voices, SSA, and Himself has been helping me record them all and he's going to mix it and we've got to play it at the thing, which I am just not looking forward to. And gah, the recording. The melodies nor the harmonies are not obvious, okay, or even sensible a lot of the time, and - and this isn't Dad's fault - the pitch-corrector on the computer pitch-corrected about three pages of the middle part last night into a place where it no longer sounded even approximately like it was in the same key as the top and bottom parts, so we had to redo a lot of it. But that's got to be done and in shape by the weekend, because I promised my dad I'd do it. (We did the A section a few weeks ago, so he got to hear it - that's good. Only the A section has to be redone because it's got an ambient background hiss that's absent from the rest. TECHNOLOGY, WHY SO DIFFICULT!)