The funeral.

Not anybody I knew or anything, I just helped with the afterparty, so to speak…

There are a whole bunch of old people in Mom’s church. Old people die – that’s the way of the world.

Yesterday’s funeral was for a retired army general.

So they had the whole toot and caboodle.

Amazing Grace played by an actual person with an actual bagpipe – the first time I saw the real thing. Scottish kilt and all – quite lovely actually. The bagpipes do have a very mournful sound – think I should arrange for one at my funeral ;-). Anyhow. There was an honour guard, people wearing their medals from a time when being in the army was a worthwhile endeavour, when you could get medals for something other than pitching up on the parade ground! And then they had a trumpeter playing the whatever they call it. In Afrikaans it’s called “Die Aandsinjaal. Brought back memories from when I was in “Die Voortrekkers”, something similar to the boy and girl scouts. They would hoist the flag every morning, accompanied by the morning bugel, and at night the flag would come down, accompanied by the song played yesterday. Gave me goosepumps listening to it yesterday. Anybody have any idea on how to post a video here, other than something on youtube? Another thing I’d like to add to my funeral – will make people cry!! As they should, because my passing will be a great loss to society! Yeah right! I’ll be lucky if there are 10 people at my funeral, because for that to happen, you need to know people, and I don’t. Well, I do, I just don’t mingle with them πŸ˜‰

And then the people started coming into the hall, and the eating and drinking started. And, the inevitable aftermath, washing dishes…

Cup after cup, glass after glass, saucers, teaspoons, side plates – never ending!

The old man’s domestic worker came and washed a few of them, but I had the lion’s share of doing dishes yesterday. My fingers were all wrinkly – I’m getting way too domesticated in my absence from work! Good heavens! I’ve never washed quite this many dishes in a long time! Of course there was a stupid female that grated my non-existent nuts, but hey, that’s females for you. Made me realise yet again why I don’t do the girlfriend thing.

And then to mom’s house to pick up my sister’s silkworms – I’ll be babysitting them this weekend. Such fun, picking leaves for something stupid like 6 million worms!! And this morning she reckons I should take out all the old leaves… I’ll probably do it too, might as well. Not as if I have anything else keeping me busy!

She came for a visit this morning. Seems the company she’s working for might be going down the tubes before too long. It’s just so silly! The one branch worked at a massive loss. The branch my sister worked for made a decent profit every year. So, they merged the non-profit organisation with the profitable one, and now it’s all circling the drain. Because, instead of working as the profitable one did, they insist everybody fit in with the non-profit one – because we all know how well that turned out! Spoke to her a bit – she’s always been interested in the medical field. And she does not get the heebie-jeebies like I do at the sight of a loose hanging piece of skin. And I reckon it might be a good time for her to change direction completely, do something she can find joy in, instead of just doing a job. Might also take her mind off the untenable situation at home – get her out of her own arse so to speak. oh well, she’ll make the decision that’s right for her, I’ve just given her a bit more to think about.

As for the thing I’ve been brewing on since it happened on Monday. I’m still brewing. It’s the topmost thing in my mind, still trying to wrap my head around the feelings it opened up. Good ones, bad ones, angry ones, sad ones – maybe I’ll write about it, because I have not discussed it with anybody else. Maybe I’ll just keep it to myself, or maybe do something resembling poetry. I’ll see…

Anyhow, hope this Friday treats you just beautifully, and enjoy the weekend!

Sarcastic Remarks For Work

And your crybaby whinny opinion would be…?

This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting.

I started out with nothing & still have most of it left.

I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.
Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.

If I throw a stick, will you leave?

If I want to hear the pitter patter of little feet, I’ll put shoes on my

Does your train of thought have a caboose?

Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.

A PBS mind in an MTV world.

Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.

Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets after them.

Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.

See no evil, hear no evil, date no evil.

Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.

A woman’s favorite position is CEO.

I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.

A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.

Stress is when you wake up screaming & you realize you haven’t fallen asleep

Can I trade this job for what’s behind door number 1?

I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks.

Too many freaks, not enough circuses.

Macho Law prohibits me from admitting I’m wrong.

Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?

Chaos, panic, & disorder – my work here is done.

I plead contemporary insanity.

How do I set a laser printer to stun?

Meandering to a different drummer.

I majored in liberal arts. Will that be for here or to go?



12 comments on “The funeral.

  1. Nothing like the skirl of bagpipes, for a lament or for military stuff to inspire terror in the enemy – the Germans called the bagpiping Scots ‘Ladies from Hell’ in the war.
    The evening bugle call is known as ‘The Last Post’. It features in my mother’s Delville Wood March which used to be played a lot on Remembrance Day. (Oh, I see Newsy already named it for you.)
    Interesting to see what brews from your cogitations.
    Real art-form sarcasm in some of those sayings!

    • I just love sarcasm – especially on stupid people!!
      As for The Last post – it’s a piece of music that garners intense emotion, no matter when you hear it.

  2. I can take the bagpipes in very small doses. They never quite hit the note. My mom also helps out with the teas at her church, and does washing up. Not my cup of tea, I’m afraid. πŸ™‚ I love that Chopin piece. Very relaxing indeed. Have a good weekend.

    • In my case, it was either wash the dishes or brave a crowd of, gasp!, people πŸ˜‰
      Bagpipes, doubt that I’ll ever buy the music, but it was quite fitting in this particular setting.

    • I’d rather wash dishes than mingle with people Tess πŸ˜‰ – should give you an idea of how deep my phobia actually is…
      Always have a bottle of hand lotion in my purse!

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