Reading back on some of the blogs I've posted this year may have been a mistake. Like diary entries, they are not something you need to rely on so soon. This year I am quite happy to forget what miniscule things I was up to now, but this is something I have missed from previous diary and blog entries. Not knowing what I was doing before or after or my mind sets during such a thing is something I need to work on when posting blogs.
As this is the day before my dad's funeral, and as the days have been getting closer, I thought I would be starting to feel, well, just feel more about it. I don't and I expect this is what the funeral is supposed to be about. Nick came by late on, though Steve and I caught sight of him talking to a fellow angler at a pond near where he lives. The bus goes past there on the way to St Helens. I said to Steve, he is asking if the bloke has caught the fish yet, the pond being so small.
We went to St Helens and did a bit of shopping in Wilkinson's. A shop missing from the pantheon of retail delights at Surrey Quays Shopping Experience. In there I bought some brackets and screws for the shelving in the shed. I also went to M&S and bought a shirt.
I forgot to get a printer USB cable and when we got back home, I went out on my own, very quickly to tesco, to find that the cables where all of 5p. I bought two.
Mum went up quite early, asking if I had talked to the priest yet about changing the mistake on one of the prayers that gets dad's brother's names wrong. I will do in the morning. I also looked for the reading I am to do on the web. My cousin Trish offered to do it for me in case I was inconsolable. I couldn't find it as written and was not sure what to say at end. I got frustrated and started ranting about the inappropriateness of me and atheist doing a religious reading. I calmed down.
Steve and I cleaned the living room; polishing the surfaces, hoovering and shaking down the throws on the chairs. I even wiped the small tables and Steve mopped the floors. We then sat listening to some Mose Allison tracks on a CD I bought the other day to see if I could fid a track suitable to play as we enter the crem. We found one of his trumpet songs called, Trouble In Mind, which is fairly sombre in mood. Which is in great contrast to the final song, Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words) by Sinatra. Dad could have great difficulty finding the right words to say to keep a conversation going, but he could burst into song and usually Come Fly With Me or Fly me to the Moon, which is I feel, suitably uplifting after the curtain has closed on my dad's coffin. He would rather us all be dancing and laughing.
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