My Grandaddy died at about 1:30 yesterday afternoon. It was a beautiful day. My mother said he just went to sleep and stopped breathing. He didn't struggle. He didn't gasp. He just went.
The plan is to hold a Compline Service tomorrow evening. The Compline is my favourite Order from the Book of Common Prayer.
It begins, "The Lord Almighty grant us a peaceful night... Read More
I'm friends with most of the people on my f-list. A few of them read the entry in more than one place and didn't take the time to say, "Wow! That's awesome!" Wow, it took like five seconds to type that.
I'm just generally pissy because of the lack of respect and consideration I'm getting from most people in my life right now. I'm seriously DONE with it.
If those old women were smart they'd take the lemons out the water, jar them and flog them on eBay. If... holding a green sheet above an Icelandian in a pool with lemons doesn't exactly scream smart... unless they wanted to see her nekkid which in that case more power to them.
Sleepy-time,
When the hounds are silenced
In the middle of the day;
And the gold,
It runs about the earth
Smiling bliss
So green that grass,
And so happy that breeze...
Sleepy-time,
Cool, cool sleepy-time.
Rustle, rustle sleepy-time.
When the hounds are quiet
The sun burns nothing.
So anyway, it's early in the morning. I woke up, cleaned and costumed myself, poured a cup of coffee ... and now I can't find it. I have no idea where my coffee is. It's just gone. This is the source of much regret.
Well... duh. I always want head. Come to think of it, this guy has yet to go down on me, even though I've gone down on him about a zillion times. THAT is weird.
GIven the choice between Dora, Barney, Dragon Tales or Elmo...I'll take Dora 7 days a week and twice on Sunday. All that other crap makes me want to chew my own foot off.
What a sweet previous journal entry. Touching to be sure.