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By ana (Tue Aug 19, 2014 at 11:53:15 AM EST) getting old (all tags)
Seems like every August lately there's a trip to Colorado for an Event. This year was no exception.


In 2011, we helped my folks move into an independent living retirement place.

In 2012, I attended my 40th high school reunion. Dad was in the hospital and then rehab, recently diagnosed with Parkinson's disease.

In 2013, he died, and I went for the memorial.

I missed out on moving Mom into assisted living when it opened in November 2013.

This year, 2014, we're selling the house, at last. So my sister C and I flew in from opposite directions and supervised cleaning out the house. The buyer is an absolutely wonderful woman who's marrying into a family from the Park there, where my folks built a house in the 1970s (with my help). Mom's golfing buddy passed on a few years ago, but her husband is still there, and her son thought living near his dad might be a good thing as he gets older. They saw our house sitting vacant on a visit, tracked us down (via the tax records) and offered to buy it. Closing should be this week.

So we went through the stuff, looking for plans and such that might be of interest to the buyer, and anything of sentimental or other value to the family. Sis-in-law (ex-SIL, I guess) lives 20 miles away and has some room in her basement, so we let her take lots of stuff, including the piano (the grand kids are musical) and photo albums and such. Younger brother E came and loaded up his huge SUV with all the hazardous waste items (old paint, insecticides, battery acid[!], paint thinner, who knows, and a bottle of Kaboom!) to transport to the county collection event which fortuitously was while we were there.

C and I had dinner with xSIL and brother E (father of the grandkids), on different nights in their respective houses.

And then an outfit called Gone for Good came on Friday and carted away most everything not claimed by the buyer. She wants the woodworking tools and the pool table and some of the bedroom furniture. The stair climbers (chair lifts attached to the stairways, that made it possible for the old folks to live there a few more years), for whatever reason. Maybe she'll dismantle and store them against some future when they'll be needed again.

I will miss the old place. Mom will, too, of course; she's been missing it ever since they moved out, wanting to go home, and in her more lucid moments knowing she can't. Elder brother J, who's living in the same retirement center (the independent living part of it) and manages her finances, has agreed to take her along to the closing, let her sign things, and see the huge check. He has plans for the proceeds: 1/3 going into her operating expenses account; 1/3 into a 2-year CD; and 1/3 for her to invest as she sees fit. Or spend. I have no idea how she'll make such a decision when she can't remember a conversation for more than 3 minutes. She has accounts with a couple financial advisors, so maybe she can be talked into adding it to one of those. There's plenty of money now to keep her til she's 140+ years old.

And then I flew home on Sunday evening, arriving just before midnight. I had just seven 24-hour days between being on call, and used all but six hours of it for this trip. Thankfully, there's nothing of interest going on with the spacecraft.

Yesterday, Monday, afternoon, the "Summer Seasonals," a choir made up of community and University people led by a grad student here (he's studying astrophysics, not music), gave a concert of Renaissance music at the observatory complex. There were about 50 people in the audience, and it went quite well. There's a somewhat longer version of the concert on tap for Sept 14th in the church where we've been practicing in Harvard Yard. It's an odd mix of settings of the Song of Songs (erotic love poetry) and the Lamentations of Jeremiah (and Psalm 137), written after the Babylonian captivity, longing for home. I guess you could read the love poetry as unrequited longing, making it a kind of a unified theme. Or something. Composers include Palestrina, Francisco Guerrero, Thomas Tallis, Wm. Byrd, Thomas Luis de Victoria, Orlando di Lasso, Dufay, and one piece by our esteemed leader.
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Nice lineup by riceowlguy (4.00 / 1) #1 Wed Aug 20, 2014 at 04:26:36 PM EST
"Composers include Palestrina, Francisco Guerrero, Thomas Tallis, Wm. Byrd, Thomas Luis de Victoria, Orlando di Lasso, Dufay..."

FWIW I heartily approve.

Now! With Youtube video! by ana (2.00 / 0) #2 Wed Aug 20, 2014 at 04:43:55 PM EST
 Our Esteemed Director put up some youtube vids of selected pieces.

I now know what the noise that is usually spelled "lolwhut" sounds like. --Kellnerin

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