After the disappointing funeral I attended on Wednesday, I didn’t have the heart to go to another one on Friday. Besides, it was Ladies Who Lunch, and I would much prefer spending my time with these delightfully alive women sitting around a table with good food and conversation than sitting in a mausoleum where this former teacher’s service would be held. Funny thing, though, two of the Ladies Who Lunch also knew the deceased and decided to forego lunch for the funeral service.
I could have done both lunch and funeral since we met early for lunch so as to beat the heavy lunch crowd of working people. The place we had chosen is situated in a large tech hub and seating is at a premium. We got there early enough to commandeer a major part of the communal dining table. The daughter of one of the retired teachers has just moved back to Fresno to start a job with Fresno State University and to relocate her craft business. It was so much fun to catch up with her and hear her plans for her big shift.
Because the cafe where we ate is a favorite of mine and Terry’s, I took a sandwich home to him. Another reason I decided to forego the funeral. When I left downtown Fresno at 1:20 it was 100 degrees. I wasn’t about to let his sandwich sit in a hot car for a few hours. Besides, it was 100 degrees. Why are people having these services in the afternoon during these scorching days? I really prefer to be home, sitting in my air conditioned house, not trying to navigate sizzling streets with a bunch of hot, irritable drivers, when the temperatures are over 100. I drove home, in my air conditioned car, to my air conditioned house, and spent the rest of the day reading.
I heard from one of the other teachers who did attend the funeral and she said she had a nice time because so many of the former teachers from that high school where we all worked for so many years were in attendance. She said it was a big reunion. That was nice to hear. However, I wanted to know more about the actual service. The one I attended on Wednesday had many old, familiar faces, but I was so depressed by the time I finished listening to two long, boring sermons, that I wasn’t in much of a mood to stand around and chat.