less than this

Umm... some of these need more photoshop work, they're not all here (still waiting on the CD with the professional photos shot that day, though there are a couple low-quality scans of the proofs in there... don't tell the photographer, though; we don't officially own the copyright on those until we get the CD, I guess..), but here's the Flickr set of our Wedding Photos. Sorry I'm not as timely as I probably ought to be with some things... Have I mentioned that I live in a sort of a slo-time envelope? Perhaps at this rate, I'll still be young when the future gets here.

I just heard that my grandfather died this morning. Hopefully he's actually dead, and not just ... I don't know, hanging on with an indetectably weak heartbeat and ridiculously slow breathing. (He's apparently been able to go a couple of weeks with breaths as far apart as about one a minute... Those meditators/yogi are just practicing for dying when they consciously shut their bodies down like that.)

It's hard for me to not come across as stoic/callous in this, but it's like a couple years ago when grandmother died, we've all been mourning for a long time. There's not a whole lot left to do, emotionally, at this point. Nearly all that could be recognized as being Lee McClanahan seemed to have passed from that shrivelling husk of meat some time ago. He wasn't as far gone for as long as grandmother before she finally passed on, but ... Well, suffice it to say we're all certain he's better off now than he's been in a long while.