Monday, December 16, 2002

When it rains it pours. On Wednesday, December 11, 2002 Elizabeth Patton Fridley died of a heart attack. It was her sixth. Grandmama was the dearest woman that I had ever known. This time I was able to attend a visitationon Friday evening at Woody Funeral Home. Her funeral itself was at Maury Cemetary at a familiar plot next to her husband, my grandfather, Erskine Fridley. It was cold, but a proper gathering attended. Many of these then proceeded to come to my folks house where the main topic of conversation was horsebackriding with a dash of shopping added in for good measure. After the gathering I went Christmas shopping with my girlfriend, Taryn. On Sunday she came over for the Luminaria in my neighborhood. She'd seen individual houses do this, but not an entire neighborhood. She seemed to think the view to be beautiful, but was put off by driving around without her headlights. She switched them off and on intermittently.
I have not much more time to write as I must procure dinner and prepare to teach a beginning hustle class this evening at the studio. Thank goodness this is the dance with which I feel most competant.