Irony

Every morning I come down the stairs, get the girls up, and then sit at my dining room table with the girls to eat breakfast.  Every morning I get to stare out a window directly while eating at the funeral home.  Most days I get to watch men in black trench coats guiding cars, and people directly dealing with death.  It’s sad knowing that 95% of the people who turn down my street have just dealt with someone dying.

The worst was when the 18 year old was killed at the end of the street in a head on collision a few weeks ago.  Not only did he die on that corner, he also had his funeral on that corner.  So that day we watched an amazing amount of people and a really diverse group of people drive down the street and fill in the grassy area just down from our house.  They must use that lot as overflow, but I’m sure rarely that ever happens.  There were bikers groups, tons of kids, and all sorts.  Watching that was kind of hard, not as hard as seeing the accident scene that day, but just seeing that is hard in general.  Then you drive down that way, see burn marks on the shoulder with a memorial and tons of people standing near it crying.

The irony is I just moved here, and my last house had a funeral home on the corner too. For the last 9 years of my life my daily living involves a funeral home, seeing procession’s driving away.  My  last house though, had the “Family” funeral home.  My family always used this one for every death.

The sun is finally starting to come out today, at almost 7p.m.  I haven’t kept up on the weather so much lately and when it’s a rainy day it catches me off guard.  The dogs had an enclosure built to keep them safe.  So now they are running a muck getting muddy from the freshly dug dirt!  My earlier mopping job will be kissed goodbye in a few minutes.  They better not tread on my carpet.  Yesterday I let the baby crawl on the grass and the first thing she went for was a flower pot and started digging.  Kids just have a natural attraction to mud and dirt.

It’s a Friday and as usual no plans this weekend. It’s been a really boring year. Usually by this time we’d have gone on at least 2 vacations and done something with ourselves.  Matt has had a lot of work to bring home, and I hate when you bring work home.  For me, if you have to bring work home they aren’t paying you enough.  Sure they “reward” him after a while and he does make enough, but it still shouldn’t come home.  I think he’s just way too dedicated.

Two weeks from today and Ava will be 1.  It’s hard to believe!  She’s still such a “baby” though!! I can’t help but keep saying she’s a clone of her brother Andrew, looks and personality wise!  I have to make sure to order a cake this week.  I still have no clue what to get her!!

Yep well…..gotta go feed the kids.