Early morning
May. 11th, 2024 05:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI woke up at 4 and didn't go back to sleep so I got up and have been so enjoying the pre-sunrise. It's now just before 6 and the sun is getting ready to pop in here fully. Not enjoyable but that's ok. It was still nice to see the dawn again. The days are getting way too long.
It's clear from the comments about my obit entry that I totally failed to make the point I was trying to make. It's disconcerting to someone who prides herself on clear communications to miss the mark that far but also humbling. The older I get the more I realize that my mouth (and fingers) sometimes just need to shut the fuck up.
DRAMA!!
Ingrid, thebitchnextdoor, is stirring up trouble. Joan had a habit of checking in on her every day. Joan was also our rep on the resident council for this part of the 3rd floor. The main 3rd floor rep asked Myrna to step in while Joan was gone and Myrna agreed. The duties range from light to non existent. Yesterday evening, Ingrid marched into Myrna's apartment and told her she was not doing her job. That her job included checking in on her every day like Joan did. She could have died! As soon as she was gone, Myrna called the main 3rd floor rep and resigned. And then came down here to rant. I really felt badly for her. And told her that Ingrid was an inconsiderate idiot that she should ignore (the main 3rd floor rep had told her the same thing but in much nicer terms).
Every group needs an Ingrid for balance. I suspect ours will outlive all of us and keep us united in having one focus for all our annoyance.
Today there is volleyball and elbow coffee and then I need to dig out my yarn winding equipment and make two skeins into cakes. I could take it back to the yarn shop and let her do it on her fancy motorized winder but I thought I'd try mine first instead. If the first one is too much of a PIA, I'll take the other back to the shop. The skeins are 1,000 yards long which is a lot of hand cranking.
Yesterday, six months after The Deed, I found the last item hidden by those packing/unpacking people. I actually thought I'd donated my food/yarn scale when I couldn't find it. So I bought another. Then, yesterday, I found the original. No biggie. The things were like $8. But, still. The shit they hid it the very tops and the very backs of places... No one has asked me to review/recommend/evaluate those moving people and I sure hope they do not.
It's supposed to get to 83 degrees here which will thrill the old people. Myrna may even take off her sweater. I told her yesterday, I've never known her without a sweater. After today it will get back to reasonable again. Whew.
It's clear from the comments about my obit entry that I totally failed to make the point I was trying to make. It's disconcerting to someone who prides herself on clear communications to miss the mark that far but also humbling. The older I get the more I realize that my mouth (and fingers) sometimes just need to shut the fuck up.
DRAMA!!
Ingrid, thebitchnextdoor, is stirring up trouble. Joan had a habit of checking in on her every day. Joan was also our rep on the resident council for this part of the 3rd floor. The main 3rd floor rep asked Myrna to step in while Joan was gone and Myrna agreed. The duties range from light to non existent. Yesterday evening, Ingrid marched into Myrna's apartment and told her she was not doing her job. That her job included checking in on her every day like Joan did. She could have died! As soon as she was gone, Myrna called the main 3rd floor rep and resigned. And then came down here to rant. I really felt badly for her. And told her that Ingrid was an inconsiderate idiot that she should ignore (the main 3rd floor rep had told her the same thing but in much nicer terms).
Every group needs an Ingrid for balance. I suspect ours will outlive all of us and keep us united in having one focus for all our annoyance.
Today there is volleyball and elbow coffee and then I need to dig out my yarn winding equipment and make two skeins into cakes. I could take it back to the yarn shop and let her do it on her fancy motorized winder but I thought I'd try mine first instead. If the first one is too much of a PIA, I'll take the other back to the shop. The skeins are 1,000 yards long which is a lot of hand cranking.
Yesterday, six months after The Deed, I found the last item hidden by those packing/unpacking people. I actually thought I'd donated my food/yarn scale when I couldn't find it. So I bought another. Then, yesterday, I found the original. No biggie. The things were like $8. But, still. The shit they hid it the very tops and the very backs of places... No one has asked me to review/recommend/evaluate those moving people and I sure hope they do not.
It's supposed to get to 83 degrees here which will thrill the old people. Myrna may even take off her sweater. I told her yesterday, I've never known her without a sweater. After today it will get back to reasonable again. Whew.
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Date: 2024-05-12 02:53 am (UTC)And my mom's friend took care of getting it into the local paper in our town. We included details about the memorial service that we had scheduled. Somewhat surprisingly, quite a few people came to the memorial service *because* they had read about her death in the obituary section of the paper!
A couple of my mom's friends had actually taken on the huge task of calling hundreds of people (we came up with a list) to let them know she had passed, and the memorial service - but we still missed a bunch of people, and at least some of them, found out through the newspaper!
There seems to be a thing these days, that you can put up an 'In Memoriam' webpage with the person's obituary, and people can add in condolences and messages to the family, and stories about how they knew the person. They seem to stay up for a long time - legacy.com seems to be the site, and it looks like you can go through them, to publish obituaries in local papers, as well.
In fact, I just went there to check to see if my mom's was still up - and learned that my aunt died in 2014 and my uncle (her husband) died a year ago. I guess I should be checking this more often!
The Ingrids of the world are unavoidable, I guess!
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Date: 2024-05-12 09:48 am (UTC)