One little thought at a time
I’m sitting here at work on a Saturday and its my SO’s birthday. And I don’t feel guilty, I actually feel relieved.
It’s become such a pain to get something unique for occasions now. SO has everything wanted and has moved into that range where I wouldn’t even dream of trying to get something for his collections…
Seems lately I’ve found myself attending an over abundance of funerals. I’m becoming quite the connoisseur. Lid up? Lid down? Church or funeral home? When to hug, who to hug? What meaningless thing to say while hugging? Will you watch them put the lid down? How many pictures will they have about? Will there be multi-media presentations? How sappy can the music be? Will the minister actually know the deceased? Can they even pronounce the deceased’s name correctly? And will there be an opportunity to make a call to Jesus moment? How much amateur music will be performed and performers choking up? How many people will talk and breakdown? How many hankies will be required to get through the graveside ceremony? Will someone trip over the flowers? Oh and how bad will the weather be?
Funerals seem to break down into ones where you know and ones where you support. Up till this year, I was averaging about 2 a year. But this year, I’m already at two and it doesn’t look like its slowing down.
I’ve become quite an observer. You can’t help but imagine your own parents, loved one, or husband each time you attend one. Where would it be? What would you do? How would it all get done? What would they want? No one who attends wants to talk about them. Those that skip for reasons only justifiable to themselves, want all the skinny. I just get tired.
There are no rules on attendance. Do you do the viewing? Do you do the funeral or do you just do both? When do you know if you should be an adult and attend or if it’s socially acceptable to shy away…
Ciao
It’s a been a long time since I posted. There just hasn’t been anything to post about. No earth shattering news. Just the stuff that haunts everyone. Like job worries and money fears. At the moment, all unfounded.
I’m beginning to worry a little about the complete lack of excitement in my life. Should I be? Or is just thinking about it mean I’m worried about it. Every time my friends ask “So what’s new?” all I have to say is “nothing”. Pretty discouraging. I almost feel like I should have something canned. Maybe I should say something about the lampshade exploding one night or the glass shattering on the pinball machine. Or how every time my SO isn’t here the house tries to scare the bee-jesus out of me. But all this stuff is just pretty mindless and normal.
But thank god for normal. My lead excitement for the day is the hawk that just flew past my window screeching at the top of its lungs.
I have no deaths to report on. Hmm only if you count harddrives or lamp shades…
Cia0
The other day I had a small epiphany. Why is it okay to pay $1.50 for a 20 oz bottle of soda and I balk at paying more than $1 for a 2 liter bottle of the same soda? Funny how you get used to things.
Ciao
I’ve never been a consistent poster. After Wendy died, it left me in a funk. The world is just not a fair place. Baby boy is healthy and Dad is fun to watch and listen to. All the stories both good and sad. He gave me a picture the other day of Baby boy. Cute little pudgy guy. I keep it where I can see it.
I ran into one of her other friends and they said they saw her. They saw her get onto an elevator. Of course, it was someone who looked just like her. But still the same, we keep having Wendy sightings. Where ever she is, I hope she keeps smiling and knows she is missed.
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 