Lynne’s funeral service was wondrous except for the guy sitting in front of me that made up parts during the hymns.  I’m pretty sure he was a tenor but what he was singing rarely coincided with the notes on the page like he’d chosen Lynne’s funeral to show off his improv skill, but he sounded okay so I let it slide.  He also did that annoying thing where at the end of the song, instead of resolving the Picardy third he went up the octave.  Grrr.  When the service was over the church, which was un-neccessarily nice led us to the cafe (what church has a cafe) for a luncheon.  I’m pretty sure the church used to a Holiday as I’m certain there was a concierge desk and probably a Starbucks if I looked hard enough.
Edit: Somehow I managed to completely miss the point: On the way out, Lynne’s son steps to the front to shake everyone’s hand and each person in success imparts some piece of wisdom, shakes his hand and leaves.  I become mortified as my heartlessness will soon be revealed, I quickly think of something to say and as he reaches out to shake my hand, I look him straight in the partially teary eye and say “I have nothing profound to say.”  One day I’ll learn how speech works.

Fridays with bad weather tend to be rather slow, and while talking with non-native speaker about Temple U, he mentioned how impressed he was with their ICU and how well they dealt with multiple traumas and other injuries.  I think his mind got a head of his English when he said “those doctors are pros with city cases, if I ever need a gun shot wound, I’d go there.”  Go Owls!

The local Acme stocks a number of handicapped staffers and today one wasn’t paying attention and prevent angry-old-woman from leaving her parking spot on one side, she yells something at him and pulls out to drive in the direction I’m walking.  In the spirit of defending the defenseless, I immediately walk to the center of the lane and start dragging my left foot gimply, and she begins beeping.  I start looking in all direction but hers and resume walking, this time slower and dropping my head a bit.  Tards of the world, unite!

Having forgot a bowl, I had to mix my oatmeal and yogurt for lunch.  It wasn’t bad.  I’m trying to figure if it should be called oatgurt or yogmeal.  I think I may use yoatgurt.

IH0052 today-
Someone made the claim that “communism worked fine in Russia until the Lenins (sic) took over.
Someone used the word “capitalistical”.
The claim “communism wouldn’t work because McDonald’s is everywhere” was made.
I stated that scarcity was a criterion for how much people are paid, the word scarcity was then used 11 times before the class finished.
The statement “the purpose of capitalism is to put down the man” was made.
Someone called Franco and Hitler communists.
Someone said “It may be our fault but we can’t be held responsible for our actions” (close, I didn’t get a chance to write this one down like the ones above).

If this isn’t proof that I learn with the vanguard of American intelligentsia, I don’t know what will.

I woke up at 4:30AM to get to work by six, but some how my car managed to go through 1/8th tank of gas their so I had to stop for fuel but no stations are open along the way at 5:45AM so I roll into one where the lights are on and using my PA driving skills attempt to pump my own gas and pay with a credit card, no harm no foul.  The pumps are password protected (arg) so I stare down the minutes waiting for the petrol n’ depart to open and get a sandwich next door.  At 6 the fuel and flee opens and I swerve wildly around the Korean attendant to see him punch something in.  I see it, *****, I should have known!

Craig and Rachel were back for the weekend from Seattle and they found jest in my country bumpkin ways.  Such as when Rachel discovered that there was a dead possum in a bag in the car.  Really, it’s rather small and the bag prevents it from smelling, it’s kinda cute once you get past the deadness of it.

I believe in no holds barred Scrabble and in a dictionary-free game, I am perfectly willing to use misleading or invented words to win.  Here were some I tried:ROMAPIG- Asia Bush
PIGNIDI- Dutch Pasta
KHAAAN- Common Interjection
JOYROD- Well, I know it means
PIDGIN- I got Mr. Thompson to challenge me on this one.  Word exists, biotch!
WIDGETTE- Female Widget
OMEL-Full-sized Omelet
REPIG- A request for more bacon or sausage

After falling asleep in front of the machine on the 7th, I realized with proper planning I could do this regularly.  Thinking I’d be using the machine again today, I brought a time to work after staying up later than I should.  When I arrive at work ready for bed I was informed that I’d be helping to operate the extruder which requires 3 arms and 5 eyes to operate properly as it is the rare combination of hot, sharp and in some places, quickly moving.  Not prepared for the day of gladiator-style machine operations I was reminded of my fatigue with a number of small abrasions and burns.  I’ve now demanded that my boss give me 48 hours notice if a job will require me to be awake to complete.