Today is my Grandmother’s funeral. In memory of her, I’ll be taking the day off to watch Grand Hotel and to dust the good china. Then I’ll do a bit of grousing about the neighbor’s lazy nephew.
Although I won’t be grousing in guttural Yiddish — and I won’t be following it up with a game or two of bridge and three big snifters of Port wine.
— Well, I won’t be grousing in Yiddish and playing bridge, at any rate. Beyond that I can’t make any promises. Seems a certain shelled rodent is already wandering around the living room in his shamrock boxers, wagging a bottle of Jameson at me.
Which, at least that explains why the little juicer spent the week calling my Grandmother “that spirited old Lass” and pumping U2 through the surround sounds speakers like some crazed Mick junkie.
Kind of poignant, really. All things considered.
l’chaim!
FLUFFIST!
Shouldn’t that be Manischewitz?
Port makes things better, generally. Remember all the good stuff, and grouse a little for me.
I think you should break out a photo of the old gal, invite some friends, buy some beer & scotch, and have a little impromptu wake. It’s not like you have the opportunity every day, you know. Tempus fugit. Forelocks. Carpe diem. Smoke ’em if you got ’em.
That sounds like a good way to celebrate your grandmother’s life.
My grandmother died a year ago the 4th of July. (We figure she’d like it that we said she went out with a bang. It would have appealed to her sense of humor.) It wasn’t particularly sad. She’d been sick for a long time and only getting worse. People didn’t do a lot of crying just then. I didn’t. Almost a year later I was in the grocery store and saw an old lady wearing a straw hat like grandma used to wear at the lake when I was a kid. That’s when it hurt to realize that empty spot was there. That’s when it was sad.
Dust the china and savor the Port Wine.
Blessings, Jeff.
Scotch, butterscotch…close enough. Happy trails, Grandma.
When my Irish grandmother passed away, we found her stash of empty port and Jameson bottles hidden in a box labeled Christmas decorations. St. Paddy’s Day was always a treat.
And it just ain’t right to tease us like that with the ‘dillo.
I’ll make sure to raise a glass to your family tonight, while I’m drinking to celebrate Mick Jagger’s birthday.
Grousing is always good for the soul.
Regards, Jeff.
(raises glass)
Skoal!
SB: wisely failed
“If you ever find yourself winning an argument with a female, apologize immediately!”
— RAH
We shall raise one in honor of your Grandmother tonight. Our tradition is to always honor the deceased this way regardless of how well we know the person.
That and it gives us a great excuse to do another shot.
So you know- win/win!
May every memory make you smile.
In our prayers tonight Jeff.
L’chiam!
yours/
peter.
i always use surround sound equipements with the Dolby label and SRRS”.`