I'm wiped

Back home and I'm wiped. It's been a busy, and now sad, week. The funeral today was tough. My little aunt was so sweet that it's painful to think of her gone. I remember at my Dad's funeral as my two brothers stood each holding one of my Mom's arms, I stood quietly, alone behind them as “Taps” was being played at the cemetary. My Aunt saw me standing alone, quickly came forward and slipped her arm through mine for emotional support. I'll always remember how observant and kind that was of her. She was a warm and loving person, a little redhead, lively and talkative.

The funeral mass was beautiful, full of ritual and meaning, from the smell of incense to the singing of “Ave Maria” echoing off the stained glass windows. It was the church she had been very active in and her kids had grown up attending there. Her seven grandchildren came in with her casket, her husband was not there to say goodbye. He’s in the hospital with pneumonia. They met as teenagers and had been each other’s first and only true love, inseparable for all of these years. It’s very sad. We don’t expect my uncle to live much longer without her but he could surprise us.

On a happier note, the landlord DID call me back on Wednesday. We made plans to meet at 5:00 at a nearby business so she could draw me the floor plan and give me an application. I was at the business early but it closed at 5:00 and she was not there yet so I stood outside for quite a while, waiting. Good thing it was fairly warm outside! Finally she came, so we got to meet face to face. She’s friendly and businesslike, drew the floor plan, gave me the application, but still insisted that I can’t even SEE the apartment until they’re finished with renovation.. So I took the floorplan and drove the short distance to the apartment and looked at it from the outside, to see where the bedrooms are located, etc.

Then I went to my friend SLA’s apartment, right next door. Houseguest was just leaving so I told her the good news that I’d sold my house (they didn’t know yet as SLA has no phone) and knocked on SLA’s door. She wasn’t expecting me, of course but was thrilled to hear about the house and gave me a great cup of coffee. My coffee intake has crept up again to 2 or 3 cups per day instead of only one. She told me about a great interview she had gone on and the update is today when I got home there was a message on my answering machine. She got the job, Friday the 13th turned out to be pretty lucky for her! She had been out of work since last February.

I wanted to read a bunch of blogs and catch up but only could do a few. I also wanted to write about the new development in the sale of my Mom’s house but that will have to wait until a future time. I’m tired and even though it’s early I’m going to sit and watch TV until I fall asleep. Happy Friday the 13th to all!