Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Saturday, October 28
ACCIDENTAL DEATH
Fully relished funeral. H and his friend C found a little garter snake dead in the road in front of our house. Flattened by some heavy vehicle. They were sad for about a half a minute, and then they realized that now that they were in possession of a dead body, they could hold a funeral: oh the joy! What pomp! What ceremony! I was invited to attend and even asked to say a prayer for the soul of the departed. My first time as an officiant, and I think I did pretty well. The boys were appropriately solemn and reverent. Bouquets of home-grown marigolds were laid on the sarcophagus after the ceremony. All in all, a great time was had by all. Except the snake.
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