Preparations
I hate taking zinc, but right now it may be the only thing preventing me from developing a cold as nasty as the one I had a couple weeks ago. Because that's exactly what I need forty hours before I catch a plane to St Louis.
I linked to the obituary on Facebook just now (I'll add another in comments). I'm getting a flood of condolences which on the one hand is sweet but on the other wrecks my composure as I'm here at work trying to remember what the hell my job involves.
I'm also close to finalising the programmes, which one of the neighbours (yes, the tree-wrecker) is designing and printing for me at cost. It's literally what he does for a living so I could hardly refuse the offer. I had to tussle a bit with my mom to get her to leave the job to me but otherwise she's been very good about delegating.
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bunj with the music. It's a struggle not to get too twisted with the choices. M. loved Talking Heads, but "Psycho Killer" is a bit much when the deceased was actually taking anti-psychotics. We're trying not to get too sombre either, since M. had a very goofy side.
One of his hobbies was making odd things (e.g. a toaster, a shoe) into planters for English ivy so we've floated the possibility of having a non-traditional container for the ashes. He used to joke that at his funeral he wanted to be propped up wearing dark glasses so I'm trying to think of something we could put a pair of shades on.
Tonight the boys--JB, Pixy, and maybe Big Red--are stopping by for dinner and hugs. I'm a little put out that I haven't heard from Hump Day, but then even Nuphy failed to check in after Friday. It's not like I don't have enough other people looking out for me.
I linked to the obituary on Facebook just now (I'll add another in comments). I'm getting a flood of condolences which on the one hand is sweet but on the other wrecks my composure as I'm here at work trying to remember what the hell my job involves.
I'm also close to finalising the programmes, which one of the neighbours (yes, the tree-wrecker) is designing and printing for me at cost. It's literally what he does for a living so I could hardly refuse the offer. I had to tussle a bit with my mom to get her to leave the job to me but otherwise she's been very good about delegating.
My other task is helping
bunj with the music. It's a struggle not to get too twisted with the choices. M. loved Talking Heads, but "Psycho Killer" is a bit much when the deceased was actually taking anti-psychotics. We're trying not to get too sombre either, since M. had a very goofy side.One of his hobbies was making odd things (e.g. a toaster, a shoe) into planters for English ivy so we've floated the possibility of having a non-traditional container for the ashes. He used to joke that at his funeral he wanted to be propped up wearing dark glasses so I'm trying to think of something we could put a pair of shades on.
Tonight the boys--JB, Pixy, and maybe Big Red--are stopping by for dinner and hugs. I'm a little put out that I haven't heard from Hump Day, but then even Nuphy failed to check in after Friday. It's not like I don't have enough other people looking out for me.