Well what a busy time we have had, but not in a good way. Three funerals in eight days. All three were old family friends, of my parents really, but still precious links to my youth. All were over 85 and tired, but funerals, you soon realise, are not for the dead but for the living. Only one member of that group is still with us and he attended all three, looking frail and, of course, seeing his turn getting closer.
And now we, their children, are the older generation, no buffer zone of grannies between us and the final frontier. (Well, yes, I know that’s space, if you’re a trekkie but it avoids using the D word.) Does that mean we are revered for our wisdom and advice? Hmmmm. Not yet, it would seem. For our bank balance maybe. Cynical but sadly accurate.
And funerals do seem to be drab affairs. I don’t expect it to be jazz bands and New Orleans, dammit, we’re British, but how lacklustre it all is. Two of them were non religious ceremonies and, believe me, ceremony is NOT the word. Once upon a time it was the local vicar talking about someone he knew. (And one of them was still like that and quite moving.) Otherwise, it’s a professional ‘celebrant’, you heard me, who reads out the words the family have given.
The two we witnessed were
a. Dull and clearly
wishing to be elsewhere, or
b. Sanctimonious beyond belief.
So I’m going to write my own eulogy. It’ll be full of really long words, like fundamental dichotomy or onanism, and Latin or French quotes. Semper in excretum, solum profundum variat. That’ll make ’em earn their money. Unless one of my children feels up to it… I’ll do an easier version for them. Maybe.
The thing is, what’s the purpose of the eulogy? It’s not for the deceased – he or she is long gone to whatever final destination he or she believed in – so it must be for us. To fix in our minds a lasting image of the absent loved one to keep us going until we are able to remember them naturally, without the barrier of grief. Or is it just a convention that we daren’t fail to observe?
For those of us without religious conviction, it is the gathering together and sharing memories, comforting each other over our loss and fear of the inevitable. I think I might set up a company for alternative funerals. Get rid of the mouldering corpse unobtrusively and let the mourners get on with the rest of it… a nice meal, some music, a comfortable place to sit and be together. Maybe a slide show of old photos. Perhaps get everyone doing a bit of Zentangle. Do a mosaic of the deceased’s name?
You know, sometimes I read back over what I’ve written and I worry about what goes on in my head. I mean, I have very little control over it; the words just spill out. Still, better out than in, as my Dad used to say when he burped. That’s it, of course, it’s a sort of mental burp. Well, I’m glad I sorted that out.
You will see that there are pics scattered throughout this post, none of them related to the text in any way but just me keeping you in touch with my “artwork”.(Bit pretentious calling it art but there you go.) They are the Zenbuttons that I’m doing for the latest swap on FB and also for the 100 Day Project. The swap asks for monochrome – linework and shading all in one colour, which was tricky for me, as I started them while we were away last time and only had several black and one red pen with me. So the red ones were done in sunny Tenerife and the others in rainy England.
In an attempt to emphasise the shading, I prepared a couple of tiles with ink first and then did the patterning. By the time I’d finished the brown one, you couldn’t see the original colour work! I’ve not finished the blue one yet but here it is, with both versions of the brown one .
I’m not finding the 100 Day Project all that rewarding to tell you the truth. I finally gave in and created an Instagram account on my PC, because that’s what I use for posting. (I use both tablet and phone for other things but i like the big screen and proper keyboard best.) So then I discover that I can’t post pictures from my PC, which was the whole point of the exercise. (Apparently, if I download another app, give them all my personal details, dance naked by the light of a full moon and send my bank details to a nice man in Nigeria, there is a way round this but I really couldn’t be bothered.) So bugger Instagram, I’ll just do the 100 Days and not show anyone!
At which point, I checked in with the Diva and there she wasn’t. Because of her younger son’s health issues, if she doesn’t appear one week, thousands of Tanglers across the world go into panic mode in case there are problems at Casa Diva, and I’m one of them, Hope it’s just a national holiday in Canada or something.
So I’m banking this post until she reappears and then I’ll add the Challenge tile too.
She’s back and health was the problem but all seems to be pretty much ok now, much to the relief of her followers.
Weekly Challenge #361: “Amanda Day – Earth day YEAR 7!!”
If you have been following the blog from the beginning you may remember that when Chewie was just a wee boy, we were talking about Earth Day and he asked me if the Earth had a name, and i said yes – it’s Earth. He didn’t think that was good enough, and so he re-named it Amanda. And hence forth, Earth Day has been forever known as Amanda Day here in my home and on the blog! So, for this week’s Challenge – try to use some recycled material for your tile!
This year i used a Pizza Box, and as an added challenge – or an alternative if you don’t like working on tan coloured tiles, you can make your string a “Sunshine” string. It feels like it’s been winter here for sooooo long, and the sun this weekend was so amazing that i made my string into a sunshine and it was super fun.
Well I sort of did it, maybe. I didn’t recycle so much as up cycle.We had some table mats and coasters in faux leather. (Alright, plastic.) And rarely use them because they seem a bit dull. So I took a coaster, a Posca 0.7 pen and got going. The shading uses a Promarker pen, with which I had to be careful because the alcohol ink smudges the rest if you linger too long. The white is just a Uni pen. I’m going to spray it with a coating in the hope of “fixing ” it.
And that, world, will have to do. Hopefully, we’ve done with funerals for a while and can get on with being thankful to be alive. Until next time, world, be good-ish.