On occasion, I am reminded that being lazy takes a toll. That, and getting old.
I mowed the lawn today, front and back. broke out the weed trimmer, then got down on my knees and ripped out all the shot growing along the stone wall.
It looks nice now, but my back hurts. Stupid growing old.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tales from the Crypt
Gray cloth caskets are cheap. When I say cheap, I mean really, really cheap. Fiberboard covered with gray cloth, the inside stuffed with straw. But if you can't afford a decent burial, or the departed is headed for the retort, it can seem like a smart choice.
I spent a couple of years working at a funeral home that did a lot of business. On average, about 400-500 calls a year. We had a nice casket display room downstairs, with several versions of the mid and high range caskets on hand. The gray cloth we had one, and then several back ups in a warehouse a few miles away.
So, one day we're burying a rather heavy gentleman in a gray cloth. The morning of the funeral, the mourners came to the funeral home to pay their last respects. After a final viewing, we ushered them out to their cars to await the hearse and the ride to the church. Once everyone was out of the funeral home and in their cars, we closed up the casket and went to move it on to the church truck. Four of us grabbed the casket, one at each corner. We lifted, and the casket rose. All except for the bottom and the corpse.
Not good. Worse, we didn't have another gray cloth on hand. As the unknowing family and friends sat idling in their cars, waiting to proceed to the church, me and one of the other guys jumped in a van and sped off to the warehouse to grab a replacement.
All that is bad enough. But it gets better. We get to the warehouse, which is a garage for the hearses. There's a second floor where the caskets are kept. Thankfully, the hearses were not there. But we had to run up stairs, throw straps around a casket and use a hoist to lower it down to the ground floor. Then, load it in to the van and race back to the funeral home.
We got back, put the casket on the church truck, and lifted the body in. Thankfully, the second casket did not give out during the service. The family was never the wiser.
I spent a couple of years working at a funeral home that did a lot of business. On average, about 400-500 calls a year. We had a nice casket display room downstairs, with several versions of the mid and high range caskets on hand. The gray cloth we had one, and then several back ups in a warehouse a few miles away.
So, one day we're burying a rather heavy gentleman in a gray cloth. The morning of the funeral, the mourners came to the funeral home to pay their last respects. After a final viewing, we ushered them out to their cars to await the hearse and the ride to the church. Once everyone was out of the funeral home and in their cars, we closed up the casket and went to move it on to the church truck. Four of us grabbed the casket, one at each corner. We lifted, and the casket rose. All except for the bottom and the corpse.
Not good. Worse, we didn't have another gray cloth on hand. As the unknowing family and friends sat idling in their cars, waiting to proceed to the church, me and one of the other guys jumped in a van and sped off to the warehouse to grab a replacement.
All that is bad enough. But it gets better. We get to the warehouse, which is a garage for the hearses. There's a second floor where the caskets are kept. Thankfully, the hearses were not there. But we had to run up stairs, throw straps around a casket and use a hoist to lower it down to the ground floor. Then, load it in to the van and race back to the funeral home.
We got back, put the casket on the church truck, and lifted the body in. Thankfully, the second casket did not give out during the service. The family was never the wiser.
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Sticky Keys
So, the other day the FM transmitter I use to listen to my iPod in the car crapped out on me. I've been listening to NPR during my commute.
Yesterday they had a bit about how the interwebs are re-wiring our brains. The plus is people are getting better at multi-tasking. The negative is we're moving away from more contemplative modes of thinking.
Which caused me to contemplate that I haven't blogged in a while. A long while. Been too busy with FB and tweeting and absorbing vast amounts of useless information for short periods of time.
At the same time, I've been going through some rather significant changes in the direction of my life. I've been giving a lot of thought to the direction I'm headed in, and how to best answer my calling to service. Still haven't figured it out yet, but I'm starting to get involved. Starting to grow up.
It's a strange feeling.
Yesterday they had a bit about how the interwebs are re-wiring our brains. The plus is people are getting better at multi-tasking. The negative is we're moving away from more contemplative modes of thinking.
Which caused me to contemplate that I haven't blogged in a while. A long while. Been too busy with FB and tweeting and absorbing vast amounts of useless information for short periods of time.
At the same time, I've been going through some rather significant changes in the direction of my life. I've been giving a lot of thought to the direction I'm headed in, and how to best answer my calling to service. Still haven't figured it out yet, but I'm starting to get involved. Starting to grow up.
It's a strange feeling.
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