My life gets weirder and weirder. Dad just called: the nice lady at the funeral home who had helped him with everything had just called him. In part to make sure that everything was okay, did he have any questions, so on. The other part? When Dad was at the funeral home, he got to talking about me (like he does), and gave the nice lady a card for the GCS book. So she wanted to call my Dad, rave about how much she likes my site, how friendly and helpful it was, and that she is planning to buy a copy of Gothic Charm School
and put it on the bookshelf at the funeral home.
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Oh, that's really lovely, Jilli.
Kinda weird but also quite nice.
And your dad is neat. He's so proud of you. Rightly so.
That is absolutely charming! Way to go, Dad.
Jilli, that is wonderful. It's making me smile, and I sure need it today.
I used to represent a Funeral Directors Association for workers comp issues and can say that that story doesn't surprise me a bit, Jilli. They are an interesting group of people! That is an awesome story.
I sure need it today.
Everything okay, Sugar?
eta: oh my lord. it's half 2. I must go to bed!
Everything okay, Sugar?
Really, yes. It was just one of those days at work. Someone had to be restrained for a half hour or so. While these situations do not produce the same, lasting, emotional effects that witnessing actual abuse does, to pretend it doesn't take some time and effort to process would be foolish. Reading the news does not help; reading Jilli's news did.
I used to represent a Funeral Directors Association for workers comp issues and can say that that story doesn't surprise me a bit, Jilli. They are an interesting group of people! That is an awesome story.
One imagines that, like military intelligence personnel, funeral directors must have a very interesting sense of humor.
One imagines that, like military intelligence personnel, funeral directors must have a very interesting sense of humor.
They have to. Plus, I've been to a couple of their conventions. They throw a kick-ass party. Really.
Anybody else have a sudden urge to crash a funeral directors' convention?