Kübler-Ross is full of crap – there are way more than just 5 stages of grief. Some of the ones she missed are:
- Horniness: Life is short! Let’s have sex!
- Experimentation: Life is short! Let’s have sex upside down in the parking lot doing the hands-free reverse yodeling donkey with a Batman Sundae on the side!
- Cleanliness: Hey, I wonder what’s under the bed?
I spent most of my weekend grief cleaning (and fucking): I tore the bedroom apart and cleaned up and under and behind every little thing I could find. I went through everything I own and made some tough decisions. By the time I was done (2am on Sunday morning), I had filled three large garbage bags of crap and three more of things to donate to Goodwill. I pulled out an army of missing socks from under the bed, vacuumed up four or five cats’ worth of hair, and threw out my mountain of expired makeup. It was oddly liberating. The bedroom is still a mess – I didn’t have the energy to continue cleaning last night – but there’s so much less stuff.
Now I just need to do that to the REST of the apartment, and we may be getting somewhere.
I had four ultimate reasons for the purge: it kept me busy so I didn’t have time to be sad; the room was an utter disaster and the cleaning was long overdue; every once in a while I *like* doing a deep clean and enjoy the shiny neatness of it all; and I lost my copy of The Legendary Starfy for the DS. I still haven’t found the game, so I think it might actually be gone – there’s no way it could have survived my frenzy of activity without being unearthed.
Yesterday was time for exploring. Miranda had asked that we drive her friend Mike to the ferry, so we did then went to Point Roberts afterward. I hadn’t been to PR in a long, long time – when I lived on the Island, we used to go there because it was on the way back to the ferry, and we could buy exciting American candy. Ed and Miranda had never been, so we gathered up our passports and set out to explore.
Point Roberts is really neat. It’s like driving into a forest, with the added thrill of being in a different country. I’m planning on scooting there again soon for a day at the beach – it was a gorgeous day, but the beach still had ample room for people and BBQs and swimming. Definitely somewhere to explore on two wheels!
August is right around the corner, and it’s time to ramp up the summer activities. There are many things on my Fun List that I’d like to do: a weekend scooting the Sunshine Coast; the aforementioned picnic in Point Roberts; scooting to Seattle – and we’re running out of free weekends to do them in.
Oh, and after a forced 4-month absence (due to the extreme lack of good games to play), I finally have some DS pre-orders in. Late summer is going to bring some decent titles to the system, and I want in – my DSi is sorely neglected these days, even when I *can* find the games I’m playing to bide my time.

Makeup expires????
I think ‘horniness’ is definitely a stage of grief. Death makes us want to have more sex. Continuation of the species and all that. Even when it’s dirty filthy unnatural bumsecks!
I’m glad to hear that things are looking up, and I also read your previous post about the cremation… glad to hear that you feel better about it.
That’s a gorgeous photo, by the way.
Also, batman sundae sex sounds good! :P