Oh man, when I was first learning how to drive I had a friend who was psychotic about the rpms I shifted at. The guy who let me drive his street legal racer I listened to his prefences, otherwise, I listened to the engine, which was generally just under 300 rpms, but varied.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It's okay to cry at your grandmother's funeral, Jesse. But I know you know that. I cried when I read my mother's eulogy, but I just kept on reading.
Oh, I know -- it just seems cheesy to cry during the reading!
People keep telling me I'm insanely patient. I don't think I am. If I was, I wouldn't have a steno pad covered in scrawls of "You are such a moron!" next to me.
Yeah, if you aren't explicitly telling them this? You are patient. And good at your job.
It's okay to cry at your grandmother's funeral, Jesse.
It is. And people routinely cry through readings and eulogies. So if you cry, people are not going to be shocked or think you were unprepared or something. They'll think you love your grandmother. Which is true.
My mom did fine at Uncle Frank's memorial until she read the note I'd sent Aunt Sue (she was tasked with reading some of the stories everyone had sent in about Frank.) Sue had a few hard moments, but purposely included funny/exasperating stuff at the points she knew she'd lose it. Frank's brother Wayne really choked up, but managed. We're typically stoic midwestern stock.
It's not cheesy, it's love!
I thought I was fine at my grandfather's wake until I apparently started keening like a banshee. Who knew my jerk of a dad could find the most perfect passage from the bible about fishermen. (Yet my other grandfather I was skipping out of that funeral home, gleeful to be free. And then this weekend at their house with my dad, I actually had to remind myself that she wasn't actually dead yet, for all that I give a fig about my grandmother on my dad's side. I feel bad that his parent's were such nothings).
OK, undignified. We're Yankees!
I keened like a banshee over my cat, so at least you are mourning human beings
I'm pretty sure my vets & staff are the only folk outside my family who have seen me when a complete blubbering mess. And I usually have held it together better for family!