Crank it to 11 Guess who has a radio/CD player in her car. ME! Woohoo. After the damn thing sat in my living room for almost a year, my brother installed my radio on Monday. Matilda is now equipped with tunes. Yay! On Tuesday at 2pm I attended my cousin Jacks's grave side service. I didn't cry because I had already done that at the "viewing" on Thursday. That was an experience unlike any other funeral/viewing experience I had ever had. It's a long story, and I won't go in to it here. I will, however, share the thought I had while looking up into the trees while the prayer thing and bible story was going on. Jack's casket was sitting under a big tree. I was watching the leaves fall, get caught in the wind, and dance around before falling at my feet. I had pretty much fazed out the preacher guy because I was listening to that lovely rustling leaves sound when all if a sudden I heard a voice in my head say all dogs go to heaven. And that made me smile. When I was 16 my dog died and I hyperventilated. I was a complete wreck. Jack called me in a none too sober state and asked me if I had ever seen All Dogs Go To Heaven. I said no. He said "you have to watch that movie. It's a cartoon and all, but it's good." He was sweet that way. After the service I had to go to my retina appointment. My left eye is stable, but the right one is bleeding in 2 possibly 3 places. Damn it. I have to get zapped again on Wednesday. No fair. posted by Beth 7:44 PM . . .
