We went this past weekend to the memorial service in PA for my father-in-law. It was a lovely service outside under large, spreading trees at Pennypack Ecological Restoration Trust. He died late on Mother’s Day, just six months after his wife of 50 some years (she died on Thanksgiving). My husband gave a lovely tribute, in which he talked about life lessons learned from his dad, who he worked with for several years as a surveyor. And then his brother gave a short tribute that made me cry and cry.
They’re cleaning out the house, you know? And found one of those little inspirational books that MIL had, with a page about love or family (I forget) marked off with a day calendar page from 2006, again with some pertinent quote. And FIL wrote, in his scratchy surveyor’s handwriting, a note about how he fell in love the day he met her.
October 30, 1929-May 9, 2010.
Who, by the way, is wearing County Mayo (an IRISH plaid…). Especially after BIL’s tribute, his piping was haunting and bittersweet.
There are 8 kids, all with partners or spouses except the missing one, and the three girls and DH with kids (including two half siblings to one of the BIL’s, who were raised by my SIL… I just call them all family). It was great to see them all, and especially to meet the littlest one who lives in Colorado.
After the memorial there was a party at the house, where they all grew up. Neighbors of 30 and 50 years and long time friends showed up. We didn’t get to bed until midnight. Even though it was a sad occasion, it was great to see everybody and spend time with them.
I drove a bit, DH drove more, while I slept in the back of the minivan with the doggies. At one point stuff was hitting the windshield. I just thought it was agricultural duff. But, no, it was agricultural stock… bees.
I rolled down the window to get a better photo and DH said “No! No!” (if you embiggen you can see bees hanging on the backside of the truck)
back to work
and the blue screen of death at 11:30. Actually the black and blue screens of death since I have two monitors. Neither one had any words, just plain color. They want to get me a new machine (this one was new last October). Frustrating since I spent days last week installing some software (old software, but new to the machine). At least now I know where it lives (The people who make it say they don’t know where we would have put it. The person in whose world, an Oracle database, it is supposed to lives said it wasn’t there. The person in the middle, a database server, said it wasn’t there… but I got him to let me remote into his world and we did find it). And that’s just the tip of the iceberg of what was on my machine and needs to go back on before I can do what I’m supposed to do. yadayadayada…
would it be better if it was a pink screen?
Did you? I did, but didn’t get a sticker! waaaaa!!!!! I figured my boss might not believe me, and sure enough, when I got back and said they didn’t have any stickers she said “I don’t believe you really went“. She was kidding…
As usual, no pictures. Finished some mitts. And the back of a summer sweater… pics soon.