today the sunrise was beautiful. i got up and made coffee for Husband and myself and while the French press was doing its thing, steeping and smelling wonderful, i stared out the kitchen window at the clouds: pink, purple, orange and yellow, emblazoned on a bright blue sky.

i'm not working today, and i'm beginning to feel like i never will again; ever since the wedding, i've not worked a full week. granted, it's only been two weeks or so; i guess it's not so bad. who needs work, right? as long as they keep paying me!

the funeral service was very nice: it was a good mix of humor and reverence, just like Granddaddy would have wanted. my mom had two taped songs played, one that she sang alone and one from years and years ago of a duet that she had taped with me. i couldn't help but giggle at the sometime-offness of our ad-libbing. Granddaddy's casket was draped with an American flag, as he was a veteran, which thankfully obscured my view of the Box i hate so, so much.

Husband was wearing his dress greens and his green beret, and his boots looked like black onyx, shinier than i thought boots could be. i can only imagine what Granddaddy would have thought of how he looked; he would have been so proud. and at the graveside while a trumpeter played Taps, Husband stood and saluted with the members of the VFW while i clutched my brother's hand and cried.

i was struck again by how sterile everything was. as we piled back into the limo at the end of the graveside service, i noticed a truck waiting on the other side of the cemetery. and as we drove away, it moved closer, presumably to finish the burial. so sterile; we have no part in it. but i remind myself that he isn't in the box. he's moved on.

i sit here now, waiting for the man from the Gas Company to show up, with a kitty on each side of me on the couch. i wish they were cuddlier sometimes, but the fact that they're crowding me is loving enough.

in other news, i have to get going on clearing this laptop of all incrimination, the new guy will want it on Monday.