Durant's The Renaissance, page 236 Miles Walked: 386.7 Fossilfreak index: +.14 Rosaries: 255 warming |
The cancer codger won some money for the last time we went bowling for high series handicap. Today he was having a hard time. I threw a strike the first practice ball and from then on was awful. My scores were 98, 113, and 104. Ack. The other codger was smokin'! He had 148, 125, and 136. Rich was the only one of us close to his real average with 168, 212, and 120. We lost three, mostly because they had a gal with a 147 average who bowled a 235. Rich managed to offend her by saying they'll have a hard time keeping up with this the next few weeks.
I'd intended to take the Probate for Dummies book back to the law library, but I'd forgotten to bring it with me. I knew we were going to be pushed for time with the funeral, so I decided to renew it on the phone and take it back on Wednesday.
I called the number and "Wayne" answered. The guy sounded like an unambitious burger flipper or maybe a parolee... anyway, he wanted my number on my library card, and when I told him I was a single-item borrower, he wanted my name. I spelled it out, and he said I'd used up all my renewals. I protested that he was wrong, he said "just a minute" and hummed on the phone, picked it up, put it down, made a number of grunts, and finally said he'd do me a favor and extend me to next Monday. I was convinced he didn't have the right person, and decided that, dammit, I'd have to take the book in today anyway. (I later found out the library's open at 8 so we could have done it tomorrow on the way to San Francisco.)
It's just as well. There was a woman behind the desk. I complained about Wayne, and she wanted to know if I wanted to renew. I said no, I'd only wanted to avoid coming in. I got the $50 deposit back, and as I look at the receipt, I dunno who Wayne "did the favor" for, but I could well have been charged for all this due to his ineptitude.
OK, we needed to run an errand at the church and I talked the secretary into letting me have a couple of copies so I could send the Court proof of my Notice of Action. I made it before the mail carrier arrived. She brought the OK from the heir. I suppose I could actually close the house sooner now, but I don't want to push my luck.
We got home and changed for the Rosary. En route back to church, I noted that the big red fiberglass cow that is usually outside a downtown print shop was outside the neighboring country club. It's also bedecked with elk antlers. I saw it on the news yesterday with an elk that had been stolen and then returned. (We've got elk all over town like the Chicago cows.) I guess Rolf (I think it's his name) is an honorary elk. He's advertising a charity golf tournament.
First there was the Rosary, then the reception. Jackie was a cook, and she wanted people fed. We were finished with an hour to wait, so we came home and watched some of the Massacre at Foxboro before going back to the funeral.
There were four speakers, besides Monsignor. One of the Loretto sisters, because Jackie had been the cook for the convent. A stroke victim, who needed her husband to help her with the words. She got applause. The co-founder of Loaves and Fishes, our lawyer-turned-judge, who had a Jackie story. One time she was with her friend and the friend stalled the car, and was desperately trying to re-start it with a guy behind leaning on his horn. Jackie got out of the car and went back and told him, "you go start the truck, I'll sit in your car and honk." 1/28/03 will be the 20th anniversary of Sharing God's Bounty and we'll served the 500,000 meal. The fourth speaker was her daughter, who told a little bit about life with Mom.
We all knew that Jackie was ready to die (she'd planned this funeral two years ago) and that it's really not sad.
Back home is where it was sad. The Steelers were pounded into the ground!
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