“Aunt Anxiety”
September 25th, 2008
As I sit here, cloaked in my comforts — a navy blue “Los Angeles” sweatshirt wrapped tightly around my body, my dirty blond strands almost invisible, tucked up into a promotional trucker hat, my huge, oversized headphones snugly encasing my ears, craving a day off, requesting one, but being asked to postpone it for some distant and less desirable time, I yawn. Today marks the one year anniversary of my grandmother’s death. I still haven’t dealt with her ashes. I want to take them to Vermont. I want to take them to Vermont to scatter them at an artist’s colony there. An artist’s colony where she spent a few week in the late 1980’s. I maintain a fiction that this was that happiest part of her life, although I have no evidence to prove it.