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This is not a complaint. Really - I'd do it all again without question, because that's what family does. But I drove waaaaay too much this weekend.
Friday I drove home, packed a bag quickly, and turned around to drive the wife and brother-in-law to Sonora for their grandmother's funeral. Because it was Friday evening, the drive to Livermore took two hours (!) and we got in shortly before 10.
The funeral went well Saturday, as these things go. One of the wife's cousins gave a very moving speech to open the service. Lots of relatives and friends. As the wife noted, her 96-year-old grandmother was a pretty amazing woman.
We were bushed Saturday night so we three walked across the street from the motel and had better-than-expected barbecue, along with beer and me constantly checking the phone for the Giants' progress. I turned on the TV in the room for the last couple innings, telling them "I hope you don't mind, but I don't really care if you don't - I'm watching it." (They were fine with it.)
Then Sunday morning I drove back, turned around and drove to rehearsal. Since I'm missing next week it was important to go. Good but tiring rehearsal, followed by more driving home. I went to bed at 8 PM and slept pretty soundly...
Friday I drove home, packed a bag quickly, and turned around to drive the wife and brother-in-law to Sonora for their grandmother's funeral. Because it was Friday evening, the drive to Livermore took two hours (!) and we got in shortly before 10.
The funeral went well Saturday, as these things go. One of the wife's cousins gave a very moving speech to open the service. Lots of relatives and friends. As the wife noted, her 96-year-old grandmother was a pretty amazing woman.
We were bushed Saturday night so we three walked across the street from the motel and had better-than-expected barbecue, along with beer and me constantly checking the phone for the Giants' progress. I turned on the TV in the room for the last couple innings, telling them "I hope you don't mind, but I don't really care if you don't - I'm watching it." (They were fine with it.)
Then Sunday morning I drove back, turned around and drove to rehearsal. Since I'm missing next week it was important to go. Good but tiring rehearsal, followed by more driving home. I went to bed at 8 PM and slept pretty soundly...
