FAT LADY FUNERAL CLOTHES

Ah fer jeez,  here we go again.  The outfit I wore for mom's funeral will not do for this one.  Waaaay too hot.  And I don't know about you, but stress sweat is not cool.  And as I have said before, dresses are out.  Fat ladies in dresses look like giant table cloths on the move.  Again…not cool.

  Tomorrow Kathy and I have to go back to the hospice to pick up a couple of things I missed.  I am kind of glad.  I can show her where Bill spent his last days.  On our way back we can pop in to the Fat Lady Store.  With any luck there will be a most awesome slimming, off black (stunning in vogue grey perhaps) comfortable, sophisticated outfit just waiting for me on a mannequin just inside the door.  And it will be in my size.  There…just putting it out there.  The book called the Secret says that thats all you have to do.  So you think, so it shall be.

Today we packed up Billyboy's clothes and things.  He had three cabinets and it was sure interesting what he had squirrelled away in them.  There were at least four shavers, two sets of clippers, electric never used toothbrushes, bullets, shamwows, book on blasting, five gaspers (cpaps), four blood testing kits, many many many tubes of polysporin in various stages of use, bottles and bottles of various vitamins…all outdated, potions, lotions, ointments, pills, antihistamines, snippers, clippers, foot paraphernalia, lint rollers, many power bars and extension cords etc…., travel plugins etc….

His favourite native art, artwork, and things he has acquired over the years we are, of course, keeping.  I have a feeling that some of his kids or grand kids might be interested in having something to remind them of him.

Tomorrow night we are having my birthday dinner.  We are going to have ham, scalloped potatoes, asperagus,  beet and goat cheese salad and wacky cake with white icing.  I am looking forward to it.  We also have to kind of finalize funeral plans and I must take care of some bills, house selling, and mail.  I am sure it will all come together just as it is supposed to.  Another thing I am putting out there.  I am depending on The Secret being accurate.  I shall report back tomorrow evening how the fat lady funeral clothing shopping went!  TTYL

Personal note to Claire:  I am going to call you Claire…as soon as I think I can get out a whole sentence without starting to cry.  You meant the world to Bill and I don't just want to talk to you over the phone.  I want to come and have lunch at the Rusty Gull with you.  I think I will come over before going up to Kamloops for the funeral.  It will probably be around Wed. the 29th.  April wants to come too.  But I promise I will call you before that to make sure you can make it….Love Helen