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Spend the night in the city.
One night of latkes is more than enough to satisfy any such cravings for them for at least the next eleven months. They're quite effective that way. Tiring, too; it's a pretty intense food to make, when you get right down to it, what with all the oil and smoke. Tomorrow I might make a curry or just default to leftovers, and either way it'll be a relief in comparison.
Also, it seems worth mentioning now that I've had a little time to digest it, as of Friday I've replaced my old kitchen table and chairs with a set from my grandmother's apartment. That, and I was able to take a small set of three low tables to hold stuff off the floor. We're making headway and good time on setting her estate in order, taking the things which can't or won't be sold - paintings, photographs, old percolators - and seeing to it that the rest goes to new owners at a fair price. As far as dealing with these things goes, the worst is having to coordinate who took which items on the moving van at what times to minimize back-and-forth trips. The worst of everything has passed; now we're just dealing with the remnants.
It's not that sorrowful a task. I need to write up what I talked about last week with my therapist, the bulk of which was about the nature of emotions and grief, and how the latter is an active process which needs its own time and pace depending on the individual. Work like this helps with the activity, and there needs to be more space in the cultural discourse for grief as an active emotion.
Also, it seems worth mentioning now that I've had a little time to digest it, as of Friday I've replaced my old kitchen table and chairs with a set from my grandmother's apartment. That, and I was able to take a small set of three low tables to hold stuff off the floor. We're making headway and good time on setting her estate in order, taking the things which can't or won't be sold - paintings, photographs, old percolators - and seeing to it that the rest goes to new owners at a fair price. As far as dealing with these things goes, the worst is having to coordinate who took which items on the moving van at what times to minimize back-and-forth trips. The worst of everything has passed; now we're just dealing with the remnants.
It's not that sorrowful a task. I need to write up what I talked about last week with my therapist, the bulk of which was about the nature of emotions and grief, and how the latter is an active process which needs its own time and pace depending on the individual. Work like this helps with the activity, and there needs to be more space in the cultural discourse for grief as an active emotion.