Looking forward to seeing my friend...

....the endodontist yet again! Yes, once more I have a tooth giving me hints of trouble, one which had been on the list for repairs before but put off taking care of the tooth when it settled down. Over the weekend I noticed that it was feeling sort of "active" and this morning it was clear I should make the call. Like an expectant mother waiting for the right time to call, the same applies for me and my goofy teeth! This rather makes the decision for me of whether or not to go stand along the street in respect of Somer Thompson. Twila and I were in the thinking stages of doing this, not attending the service itself but watching the procession to the funeral home for the family's private services and burial.

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Today I was attempting to send off the Flock Talk and many many came back to be as undeliverable. Well, for goodness sakes! I am unsure why this happened but the majority of the addresses were hotmail.com with a few being comcast.net. Later on I will try once more to send off to the bounced back folks to see if there was a problem on their end and not from mine. Perhaps Lynne will need to print off extras this coming month for those who cannot open it.

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My feet are wearing the fuzzy slippers right now and my capris are allowing for my calves to be chilly. The temperature outside is in the mid 70's, not too shabby but during the night, or early a.m., I was awakened by a thunder storm complete with heavy rain. Because the sun has not quite freed itself of the clouds I am not toasty in my window. There was a rocket launch scheduled for 9:30 this a.m. but think it might have been postponed due to the overcast skies. Perhaps the sky at the Cape is not as overcast as here, in fact, from the live feed, it shows blue skies with dotted clouds. Regardless, I likely won't be able to see it go up.

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I am hungry but not sure what I want to eat before going to the dentist. Of course, I should have something or will have trouble handling the nitrous oxide. One time, my low blood sugar mixed with the nitrous put me on my bed, feeling quite unable to even roll over to pick up the phone to call the dentist. She advised me to have a tablespoon of sugar (my kind of dentist!!!) to help boost my sugar level and then I felt better. Wow, who knew? Me, now!

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My sister, Jill, told me last night that she is going to look at an apartment in my Mom's building. While I am absolutely delighted she is getting out of her other place which has so many problems, I was surprised to hear Mom's building would take her. Their website indicated it was a 55+ building but she assures me she can live there. Jill said it was going to be tight money-wise to move there but she would no longer be responsible for lawn care and snow shoveling, nor pestered with mice and noisy neighbors overhead. Lots of pluses for her, besides the negative of paying extra rent. She will let me know how it goes on Wednesday, and I will pray it goes well. I would just love it if she can be so near Mom if she needs any help with anything. Or Mom can help Jill, as the case might be!

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I wish Mom could be here to watch this funeral news with me, she would recognize much of what is being broadcast. The church where the funeral service is held, the TV cameras up and down Kingsley and Blanding, she would recognize all of them. The cameras set up across the street from the cemetery, showing one of my "friends" standing in the driveway to check for invitations, as this private service is invitation only.

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They are making small talk on the live reports leading up to the start of the service, talking about how valuable the friends and family have been for the mom of the dead child. As someone told me after Timmy died, every funeral from now on will be Timmy's. As rotten as it sounds, I am feeling those feelings experienced nearly 9 years ago. Make no mistake, you cannot even begin to measure or put a price on the support you provide at such times as these, so do not ever hesitate, if it ever comes up, to step up to show your support.

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They just showed the family and the mom of Somer Thompson arriving at the church, slightly after the service was scheduled to begin. One of the TV stations was set up at the home and I saw Mr. Day's car in the driveway of the home, and also saw him as he went into the church. Strangely enough, just as they closed the doors of the church, the TV station went to its regular programming, which was a judge show! I do not miss a thing by not watching daytime TV....I tried another station to see the coverage and they had introduced Cheryl to "come on down" as this woman who absolutely should not be jumping came bopping down to the podium, arms covered in tattoos. Oh, just, whatever.....not in the mood today.