Nothing new today. It rained. All day.
Went to work – in the rain. Worked. Come home from work – in the rain. Made lunch. (A great lunch – some of those really fresh eggs and a home grown tomato) Napped. Tidied up the Old Bat Cave, tomorrow being maid-day. Went down to dinner. Exciting, huh? That is what you have to look forward to, boys and girls. And the job is a good thing. Hey, I spend most of my time just listening to The Dead with the Bose Earmuffs. And running the scanner. I could get a job doing piecework in an Asian scanning sweatshop any day!
I got my bill from the CPA for the taxes today. The bill worked out to $50 an ounce for my hefty tax returns. I guess that is deductible off next year’s taxes. This is an upmarket problem. Not complaining.
Two years ago today, I had just scored a pair of “cheap” first class tickets to Kona. Carlton was looking forward to the trip. Well, Carlton, if I actually take you back to Kona this winter, I think you will go in a nice “Flat Rate Box”. That is how Cal made his last trip. With dominoes to keep him company. You might have to settle for my wetsuit.
Wait – who knew? How to Package and Ship Cremated Remains Publication 139 October 2014 Guess I should at least read this. I am not taking this very seriously. The dear man is very dead. That black plastic box is just something to be dealt with. It isn’t Carlton.
There is more: TSA gets in the act too. TSA partners with funeral homes to safely transport cremated remains.
I could just keep Carlton on the book case. And, when I get converted to a black plastic box – Betsy can just blast both of us off into space.
But, Carlton wanted to go back to Kona. Not to the Moon.
For years, Carlton wanted to be buried in the ground. With a tombstone that said “He was good while he lasted”. This was when his parents were still alive so I made him address a letter to them saying that that was what he wanted. Because anyone one who knew his Momma would know that she would not have been amused. Not. Even. A. Little.