Four Funerals and a Wedding

Man, I am tired of bad news.

I'd been so looking forward to getting together with Sara this weekend, but last Friday my great-uncle (last one I had on my mom's side) passed away, and the funeral's tomorrow morning.

And I got talked into going right from there to sing for a wedding at another church.  I mean, I'm happy to be offered income, and it's not as if I mind singing. . . it's just that the timing is less than desirable.  (I won't go into details about cramps, either.) 

Mustn't complain, though.

The other three funerals refer to the most recent funeral for my family (November), my Pop-Pop's good friend from high school's funeral (which is exactly at the same time as my great-uncle's), and my aunt's friend.  I guess the elders of our community aren't interested in hanging around.

Or there's some sort of bridge tournament in Heaven and they put out a call for more players.


There was a general invite from my cousin for people to come hang out at my great-uncle's house tonight, but I wasn't really feeling up to being around a ton of people (including My Maiden Aunt who probably can't wait to make a comment about my being on facebook now). 

I didn't feel like arriving by myself either.  I've been feeling that way a lot lately.  Just tired of going places, walking into a crowded room, alone.  (Admittedly this story bothers me, however.)  I know it's not "all about me" and I hope nobody's offended--it's just not what I needed tonight. 

Of course, my parents probably assumed they'd see me tonight and we'd work out all the transportation arrangements for tomorrow.  Then again, it's 8:00 and nobody seems to be missing me so far, so. . . whatever.  I have things to get together for tomorrow, regardless of whether I know what I'm doing yet.

Eh, this is all environmental blues stuff--it will pass.  That's what's good about time.