The calm before the...

I head back to Athens tomorrow. My uncle began texting me at 3:31 AM this morning (I know because I sleep with my phone beside my bed). 3:31, y'all. I think the family has officially gone insane. Like my grandmother dies, and no one knows how to function (yes, I'm being dramatic. No one is really that crazy. Yet.) I am up to my eyeballs in bulletins for the burial, sticky-notes with reminders to pick up the dry-cleaning and alterations, pastoral care meetings and oh, yes, the ever present need to do laundry. Sigh. I'll get home around 8:30 tonight and start on laundry, do the much over-due dishes in the sink, pack and try to write this damn eulogy.

I'm used to last minute writing. Most of my sermons are written on Saturday evenings. I do lots of reading during the week, some study, maybe even jot down an idea or two, but somehow the big writing part seems to wait until the very.last.minute. Always. I'm hoping the same is true here.

I don't often write about him here, but I'm overwhelmed by the goodness of my partner in crime. The guy I work with, who serves both as organist and parish administrator. Out of the sheer goodness of his heart, he's formatting and printing the burial office bulletins for me. And he--honest-to-God--he offered to fly down and play my grandmother's funeral. But more than all that, he can handle my moody frustration and laughs appropriately when I tell family stories and actually knows and (sort-of) likes the Church in the Wildwood (one of the more odd hymn choices that we're going with on Friday). It's good to have good people around.

The other good news: I found my Coach purse. It's the only "dress" purse I have, the only purse I have that doesn't look like it came from a store that sells to drag-queens and hookers (that's where I usually buy my purses). So at least that's covered.

I hated Finding Nemo, but I'm singing the song today. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming....