Well, as you may have noticed, I'm back.
And I'd just as soon not do another of these weeks anytime soon, thankyewverymuch.
Gran is ... keeping her mud in a ball, barely. My great-aunt ... not so much.
Had a nice service in a charming little chapel. I say 'Nice service' because the lead preacher managed to suppress the temptation to throw in an hour-long sermon, thus avoiding Mom having to explain to the guests why her senior child has the sky-pilot in a triangle choke behind the baptismal font.
Have funerals always been seen as an opportunity to convert some heathens and/or remind unrepentant sinners that they're going to hell, or is this a recent thing?
Anyhoo, we got there kind of early and I was wandering around the chapel because I'm a paranoid SOB, and I discovered a kind of neat feature:
The left-hand wall was actually vertical slats, set at a 45 degree angle. Behind these slats was an entire other seating area. Anyone in this area could see the altar end of the chapel and the preacher through the slats, but no one in the general audience area could see them, or been seen by them. Matter-of-fact, if you weren't looking too closely, you'd never know there was another seating area.
I figure it's discrete seating for girlfriends, bookies, the occasional woods colt and everyone else who might embarrass folks in the general seating area.
Jolly decent idea, if I do say so myself.
Anyhoo, I'm back. I'm going to go have a couple of fingers of Maker's Mark over an ice cube or two, watch some old movies, and I'll see y'all later.