Friday, November 30, 2007

One Car Funeral - Parte Deux


After we dropped the Weebles off after the dress rehearsal for the funeral, Himself looked at me and said, "What did we learn from this?"


"Never to trust directions from Mapquest?"


"And?"


"Never to trust appointments made by the Weebles. If I don't personally make the appointment, I am to call and check the appointment with a person of authority, not a Weeble."


The morning of the funeral was a bit more hectic than the morning of the dress rehearsal. I wrote out a few more Christmas cards for my client, and then went to pull the Young One out of school. I couldn't ask Red to go pick the Young One up, so the girl had the afternoon off from school. She didn't seem too upset.


While the Young One had lunch, I made a phone call.


"Good morning, Sacred Heart Church, may I help you?"


"Yes, I would like to check the date and time for a funeral Mass for the Uncle?"


"Father Salducci will say the Mass today at 3 o'clock."


"Thank you."


The dress rehearsal certainly helped as Himself negotiated the streets without getting lost. The old woman must have been watching out for us because there was a parking space right in front of the church.


One eerie thing happened. We were introducing ourselves to Fr. Salducci so he would understand the theory of relativity. Ma introduced me as her sister, Doti, gone six years. I corrected the introduction.


The roof didn't fall in when I entered the church. Fr. Salducci said a beautiful service and was very attentive to Ma. She liked being treated like La Segnora, the lady.


After the funeral, we went back to Uncle Salvatore's for coffee and the old woman made sure we got a space right in front of the house. As we were removing coats, Ma told me when she looked at me when we were being introduced to the priest, she said she saw her sister instead of me. It didn't surprise me as Ma and her sister were very close. Ma seemed happy and comforted that her sister dropped by.
I performed a tech support service for Uncle Salvatore. The display on his phone was in Spanish. By pressing the menu button, I was able to select English for the display. Uncle was thrilled he could now read and understand the display on his phone. Maybe I've discovered a new career for myself. Weeble Tech Support. Could I handle the stress? Where's my Mahta-Cro?

1 comment:

Nutterone said...

You might not want to hear it, but I'm TOTALLY giving my weebles your phone number! You'll treat them WAY better than I.

How sweet about your mom thinking of a loved sister when looking at you... I mean, she could have thought you were a bum on the street, right?

Glad today went better... Sounds like a fulfilling day.