Apparently it doesn’t sit well with others when you refer to Holy Communion as the canabalistic blood ritual. Who knew.
Anyway, the funeral was as I expected.. lots of family I haven’t seen in years, catching up on 10 years while trying to console the grieving and avoid white elephants. My brother Phil wasn’t there, as I figured, since he is unable to scrape up gas money to drive in from Monroe, where he is staying with his friend Taco.
Hey, that’s his friend’s name, I’m not being racist.
My shoulder is doing fine. Except for a little soreness here and there and the difficulty in lifted heavy objects in certain positions I’m about back to normal. Now I need to get a job.