A hellish day at work, where the salesmen decided to add seven extra orders -- so we uncrated fridges, stoves, dishwashers, got them all ready. Then, one by one, the orders got cancelled or postponed for whatever reason. So by the end of the day, about 20 large appliances hung out, in the way, of everything else. Lots of wasted work. Who cared!
I'm looking forward to the funeral this weekend. I keep a distance, emotionally, when someone dies -- people die. We must die. Big surprise -- an uncle kicked the bucket.
Sad, really, really sad.
I'm fascinated by peoples' reaction to death. When a friend of mine died some years ago, I noticed that everybody fell into their roles and really talked down and freaked out to everyone else. Total loss of control. It was allowed.
This weekend, I'll see who loses it, who keeps it, who drinks it. Peoples' ideas of themselves disappears during the response, the reaction to the slippery abstractedness in the head caused by the death of a close one. It usually forces humanity and family to surface. This may explain how the bereaved clutch onto their roles, to reidentify with their training.
The loss of someone brings people together with my family. It's a crazy reunion. We're also going to Sea World.