I've been thinking about being cremated rather than being buried when I die. I don't like the thought of having my body in the cold ground, slowly turning to a liquid mush, and being infested with bugs. Assuming that's even what happens. And what if in some dark reccess of my brain, after I'm dead, there's an awareness of what's going on? If I get cremated the process will be over quicker. So it's something I'm considering.
Boyfriend was in my kitchen this morning when I woke. He was cooking sausage gravey and biscuits. I just rolled over and went back to sleep. I slept until 11:30. I'm usually an early riser, and I had no idea it was that late. It felt good though to sleep late. I woke again to the sounds of my daughter and the 2 friends she had stay the night. They were in the dining room eating biscuits and laughing.
I'm getting my mom and dads old dining room furniture today. My sister has it in her house. She bought the house from mom and dad when they moved to a new place. They left the dining room furniture behind. It's antique, thick, heavy, and masculine. I love it. It's been a part of my life since forever. The dining room was a special place for us while growing up. It was a room used mostly for special occasions like Christmas and Thanksgiving dinner. And it was where our Easter baskets would be Easter morning. It was a happy room, for happy events. So anyway, sister is re-doing her DR and has offered me the furniture. Yay!
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