Tomorrow, I'm not going to work. I have a funeral to attend. It's at 11:00. And I certainly wouldn't want to go to work afterwards. And if I would have to leave work at 10:00 anyway, why go in at 8:00 at all? Plus I've got more leave accumulated than I know what to do with.
Anyway, my friend Michelle (you may remember her from my last trip to Toronto back in 2009), lost her grandmother this past weekend. She was, if I may be so bold, a feisty old broad. And I mean that in only the BEST of terms!
Michelle throws several parties a year. They generally include Michelle's step-ston Jeremy and all his friends, who are in their twenties, and friends of Michelle that are the same age as she and I. And there's lots of drinking, or ALL kinds of alcohol (I had my first and only taste of absinthe there), and loud music thumping and loud voices talking and games such as strip beer pong going taking place. And in the middle of all that was Michelle's parents AND her grandma. Now, they never did really stay terribly long, but stay there they did. Grandma was part of it all.
She was 94 when she died. And at nearly every party prior to the last year or so, I remember her sitting with the crowds, talking to people and just saying....well, pretty much whatever the hell she wanted to say. A feisty old broad.
She had been in failing health the past year, and Michelle, a nurse, was spending a LOT of time with her, helping her, taking care of her. Michelle is herself a feisty no-so-old broad. I at least take heart in knowing Grandma is not in any pain anymore.
So, tonight, since I've already got a bottle of wine open, I'm gonna have a drink honor of Grandma, a true feisty old broad, in best sense of all those words.
POLT
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