A peculiar sort of day. I went to a funeral as an observer for my course. Of course the obligatory " Tears in Heaven " was played, a song to make people weep instantly. I was tearing up a little so I had to do something really gross and think of something that would completely reverse my feelings. Do you know what I thought of ? A steaming pile of dog shit.
Yes I know it sounds irreverant, and perhaps it is, but I could not cry, in my training as a celebrant I have to be able to deal with it.
When I told Ifan at home, he said it is like during sex, when a man is trying to hold off coming, so he has to think of something really ordinary in order to surpress his primal urges...hee hee. I don't mean to lessen what a funeral is all about, but I had to find a way to not cry.
On another tack, our daughter did get a place at the school we wanted for her. It is a lovely little school in Launceston, non-religious and with a real old fashioned feel to it, manners are taught and they have some quite strict rules, which we feel will benefit our strong personality-filled 3 year old. I feel so positive about this move for her. Class sizes are no bigger than 15 and I am rapturous about the loving care she will receive. She is bright, very bright, can read and write, and has been able to do so for ages, this really is great news.
