Five Am Fit December 24, 2008

When you get up at five every day – sleeping in is an impossiblity.

Why is it that when you wake up early it seems to be the light that wakes you?  Its not actually really light outside at five am, but something about the light is different and its the first thing you notice.

And then it seems to get darker… like everything is conspiring to make you feel more and more like you should be sleeping.

You start yawning. Your eyes are sore. (well of course they are you are waking up too bloody early). And your body feels liquid tired.

But as soon as you try to sleep again. You are wide awake.

And I dont know about you, but I can’t fall asleep by thinking of boring things. I just get bored. Which sucks. Because now I am bored AND awake early.

I think the only solution is to blog about it. So good morning.

A Funeral. December 17, 2008

So my Grandpa died two days ago. And the Funeral is on Friday.

I have been feeling guilty because

a. I don’t feel very sad that my Grandpa is gone.

b. I don’t want to take work off on Friday to go the funeral and

c. I don’t have nice black pants anymore – so it will either be black sweatpants or black bathing suit bottoms. Or possibly something other than black… like grey. I do have a few nice dressy grey trouser pants. Is it acceptable to wear grey trouser pants to a funeral?

Grey seems a lot more sad to me anyhow. And I need to muster all the sad that I can. Black pants say – I am slimmer than you thought. Grey pants say – I have sacrificed my slimness for this funeral. So I think I will definitely go with the grey.

There is an internment (is that the right word?) of the body on Friday at 10 and then the ceremony at 130. So I will have to take the day off… I didn’t want to go to the first one but apparently it is very important to my dad. So I will of course do it.

Though there is a body viewing tonight and i draw the line there. I do not want to see my dead grandpa all make-up’d up.

Anyhow. As much as I am and will be complaining about the inconvenience of the timing, I am glad that I get a chance to go to the funeral. Because I think it will be some much needed closure.

So to sum up: (because I love lists)

a. I am going to a funeral on Friday

b. It is my Grandpa’s

c. I do not feel very sad – except for how it is affecting people I love like my Dad.

d. I will not go and view the body which I think is a creepy tradition. Right up there with taking pictures of the dead body. Very odd.