Death Sucks

Funerals blow. Today was Gerald's service and it was nice. Here is the link to the obit. http://www.legacy.com/SacBee/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=96787333 Come to find out the quiet and always smiley bridge inspector Gerald was a flaming Hippie! The things you find out when folks die. As we were sitting in the Funeral home waiting for the Officiators from St. Francis Assisi to begin they had a video/slide presentation of the life of the deceased and seeing pictures of Gerald from the 60's to the 90's was enlightening. Tie dye and VW vans aside my eyes were made open to the limitless possibilities of some outrageous side burns. Lamb Chops from the sixties were on a totally different plane from what I have known in my young life to be "en voge." The creativity was markedly more dynamic than what one would see on your usually UTA/Greyhound trip. The pictures were epiphanal. For the actual service it was mediocre. Not that it wasn't pleasant or solemn but for the most part it was chamber music followed by read prayers and repeat. All of which was greatly void of any English, St. Francis must of had a predilection for Latin.
The graveside was almost entirely missed by my car load in large part to the delinquence of local law enforcement in being unable to successfully run a congruent motorcade. I followed a car w/ lights on that pulled out of the funeral home parking lot that led me, and about 20 other cars that were in tow, to his house. Note** If at a memorial w/ no intentions of participating in the procession turn your bloody lights OFF! Eventually we made it to the cemetery in time to drop a handful of dirt in the hole. Speaking of holes, due to our tardiness we were at the back of the crowd, and struck up conversation w/ some of the grounds keeping personnel of which I asked a enterprising young man named Cesar a question about hole digging. "If it takes 2 men 12 hours to dig 5 holes how long does it take 4 men to dig half a hole?" He said, "Ine no good at math I juss mow de grass." I chuckled.

What am I doing?

Well Toots, its with a certain degree of consternation that I involve myself in this blogging business. However, your new found interest has motivated me to give you one more blog to read before you "hit the hay." This way I can give you a little journal of your hubbies happenings while he is away on the road.

**DISCLAIMER** This is only a trial. If at any time should my attention wane and the whole blogging sensation cease to take root in either my daily habits or my markedly puerile attention span I will quit and you will have to rely on a nightly phone call. Understanding that as is the norm I will most likely be tired, preoccupied by the evenings ball games, or asleep and I'll call you in the morning. Granted morning is a loosely used term in that often lack of cell service in many of my bergs is marginal so it might be afternoon or maybe not till the next night where any of the above is likely to occur again. Kidding, my sarcasm leads one to think that our lines of communication are non-existent or strained at best. I look forward to and enjoy our conversations while on the road and I don't mean to poke fun at our plight. I guess my disclaimer could be more simple, If blogging sucks, I won't do it. There.

Sacramento:

Flying sucks. I really don't like strangers, and even more than my distaste for unknown folks I abhor poor hygiene i.e. coffee/morning breath. Apparently the gentleman who I was priveleged to sit next to, or is it sit on, (I can't remember with the seats of a canada air regional jet being so large) can best be discribed as large and completely unaware that he might at sometime in his day be in close proximity of other folks. He was rancid. Why don't I ever get the small people next to me that bathe? At least he didn't talk to me. I wasn't entirely interested in his amature kite making hobby. (That was the magazine he was reading and I'm not making that up.)

I got alot of work done on the computer this afternoon while waiting for Jason to show up. He flew in on the trailer park in the sky and was 90 min. late. I'm almost caught up. Had lunch in Old Sac, it's kind of the historic district here in town and pretty close to the Hotel. Lots of shops, you'd like it.

I think this is going to do it for this post. I'm bored, thirsty and to be honest w/ you i'm not really sure if i'm doing this right or following the format. Trisha's blog from waaaayyy down south is the only one i've ever read. I love you.