I still feel like I’m in the land of Oz for some reason. Life is just strange the past few days.
Been having issues with my laptop so Mon morning I ran it over to my IT guru, Mike the Incredible. When I drove back home without my laptop I had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Then I realized I hadn’t eaten lunch – it wasn’t the missing laptop bothering me; it was missing my sandwich – dang, don’t like to miss grits.
Still, life is strange. Incredible IT Mike called Mon evening and said exactly what I knew he was going to say, “Linda, there’s nothing wrong with this computer; it’s working fine.” If I’d had my 380 Bersa handy I would have shot it into the phone – sorry Mike no offense buddy. It’s just that every time I tell him something bizarre is going on, he takes the computer and does all his techno stuff and doesn’t find anything wrong. It drives me insane. It’s like finding this strange knocking sound in your car and taking it to the mechanic who assures you there’s not a thing in the world wrong with your car and gives you the look. You know the look. The one that says, “It’s okay, I’m sure you really heard that noise.” So I bring the computer home all the while just knowing he’s sitting in his living room telling his wife what a bozo I am. Duh. I simply must learn more techno stuff so I can diagnose and fix this stuff myself. (right about here I burst into hysterical laughter at that idea alone)
This computer needs a good dose of Bug Bam; that’s what it needs.
Anyway to get back to strange things – this is a bit macabre and I probably shouldn’t tell this story but it pretty much sums up how things are going lately. The stepmother died last Friday – oh we knew it was coming; she had been sick for a long time, and I made the grueling trip to DC to say goodbye the weekend prior but didn’t know how long she would linger and my injury was really bothering me (in fact the driving had exacerbated the problems) so I came on home to the loving arms of Devoted Spouse and loving ministrations of Physical Therapists.
Anyway, the funeral was Monday morning. Monday afternoon I got the strangest call from my step-uncle who wanted to tell me my flowers were lovely and everything was very nice (it’s like old people discussing surgeries – I really didn’t want to hear any of the details by this time). And then he said, “We only had one slight snafu.” Excuse me? A snafu at a funeral? What could possibly go wrong at a funeral? Are you ready for this? They buried her in the wrong plot. Let me repeat that. They buried her in the wrong plot. They lowered the casket into a hole in the ground next to my step-uncle, not next to my father. Of all the buggering stupid things I have ever heard, that one takes the cake. Another case of Bug Bam needed.
The funeral folks rectified the situation but even so, I am absolutely dumbfounded. It was so odd it was funny in a way – this is the stuff of sitcoms truly. My stepmother liked attention; so of course, she got two burials. Bizarre.
It’s just been the strangest few days, I’m telling you. I’m almost afraid of what’s around the corner…