One of the places I have subscribed to e-mails from is our local Funeral Home. Each day we get a list of those in our area that have died. It is getting scary, I am seeing as many my age and younger as older now. I am a person who believes in the law of averages, and by that law, my name could be in there any time.
Now basically, all I look at is the name and age. 99% of the time I do not know the person. My girl on the other hand does a lot of reading in the actual obituary. And since Belmont is actually her home town, she finds someone in the family she knows. “Oh, that was Lennie’s friends sister.” Of course most of the time I have no idea who they are. If you aren’t FROM there it is hard to relate.
So, as everyone has pointed out to me, the obit is not for me, it is for the folks who might know me or know who I married. Folks that would be interested in knowing the arrangements.
Hey, how about this subject. I think I done this not long ago. Did I do this subject not long ago? At least I am not getting forgetful.
I might not even write this entry. Who knows. I met a man this week that said at one time he was somebody, now he is somebody else. LOL
Traveling you meet such interesting people. We have a man in this park now (whatshisname), who is, in my opinion, WEIRD. He looks strange and since I tried not to hold that against him last year we talked. Now he might be truthful (but I doubt it), he worked for several branches of the gov’t. State Dept, CIA, and a couple more of the alphabet departments.
He said they all tried to get him fired because he told the truth about them, but he faced them and stayed where he was. He got several hi-upty ups fired though for messing with him. The stories got deeper and deeper. This year I am avoiding the guy on our walks. Sometimes being deaf has its advantages. LOL
Anyway back to the obits. I haven’t appeared there yet.(not sure about whatshisname, though)
Life is wonderful, full of friends, interesting folks, weirdo's, kin and just plain good folk. We all make up a world that we have to share, but we don’t have to share coffee and donuts with nuts, do we?
Thanks for coming by the log,
PS: Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes years to write, but only a few seconds to burn.
My friend Buddy’s mustang. It’s got everything under the hood. He is one of the heroes in my books. He is every bit as good as I write him. Okay, he WAS, he is as old as I.(LOL)