Igniting the blog fuse

I've noticed that the blogs haven't been getting much turnover, so in order to spice things up I'm going to create one of my meaningful, sincere entries. These generally get pushed off the front page in a couple of hours, so you can thank me when you've got six new things to read and comment on.

Today was my dad's interment. His funeral and cremation were over a month ago, it just took this long sort out a date with the crematorium. There is a family plot there where my grandmother's ashes were interred 20 years ago, and there's space for four, so I decided it would be the nicest place for dad to go. She died not two months after I was born, and while I was taken to see her at the hospital, I obviously don't remember her. She was not much older than my dad when she died. And it would be her 80th birthday this Friday.

I was almost late to the service; I've developed a bit of an OCD about keeping clean the path in my dad's back garden. It's quite futile, with all the wind and lack of rain, more leaves fall before you can finish. It's mostly because of boredom. I'm highly tempted to start clearing and cleaning and redecorating the house just so that things are fucking getting done, but because I'm still waiting for the Probate Tards to punch themselves in the faces enough times, things are not fucking getting done. Everyone in my family is of course urging me to ask them for their help, but there's fuck all to be done for now. Anyway, I was late, and I cut myself shaving because of it, so I was holding toilet paper to my face the whole car ride there.

I could see that the person giving the service was reading from a sheet titled "Humanist", but it didn't sound Humanist to me. It was all "David has gone into another place and is resting, free of sadness and pain." Afterlife bullshit, but whatever. I couldn't see that there was enough space in the plot for anything more than my dad, but besides him and his mum there's supposedly space for two more. I hope they aren't needed any time soon. I let my uncle lower the casket into the ground, I didn't want to touch them. Haha, squeamish. The memorial has yet to be updated because the engravers took their sweet time producing a quote. And it's a nice expensive one, of course.

At least it's one more thing out the way, and it was nice to see family again. But there's still a month to go until the start of uni, and I'm going to go berserk if there isn't something to do soon. I pity the cats so much. They're going to have to move, and they can't come round my mum's because she's trying to sell the flat; shed fur, clawed carpets and vomit stains don't exactly increase saleability. I love them to absolute pieces, and I don't want them to have to move. They're getting on to elderly, and are perfectly entrenched in their environment and quirks. That's actually probably going to be the hardest thing for me. Besides the blisteringly obvious.

Anyway, I've got to go... I'm getting pushed off the front page.