Little Sleep Much Work
I woke up at 2:30 am this morning and did not get back to sleep until 4:30. Despite this fact I had to be at the church at 9:30 to prepare for and 11 am funeral. Things went mostly smoothly at the funeral despite have to play a CD in the middle of it. I do not understand this trend in modern southern funerals of playing recordings of sentimental, country ballads with tear jerky pedal steel guitar parts in them. It has happened at almost every funeral that I have attended since I moved back here three years ago. Music at funerals should be played by live musicians or not at all. It should be dignified as well.
After a quick lunch and a quick nap, I drove my Mom over to Warm Springs to see D, who is doing ok today despite the clinical circumstances of her confinement. Her blood sugar was up to 195 today, which is high, but she was mostly alert and able to talk to us. I gave her some photographs that I had taken of her yard, her Sunday school class, her church and also of the buildings there at the rehabilitation facility. I left out the commentary on how dismal they look. D can now view these pictures of her world instead of the four walls of her hospital room. She seemed please to receive them.
Today I occassionally brought my attention to the living presence inside of me. Right now, however, I feel as though energy has been taken from me and not replaced. But that is alright; I don’t mind suffering for the sake of friends, especially friends who are in a helpless situation.
I need to crash,
I.C.