SpringPeeper of Bloom

Hmm, well I can't put off posting forever. I've been trying to create a timeline for myself so I can remember everything, because the days from Tuesday to Sunday were so packed with things and emotions. Yesterday we didn't do anything except sit and gratefully listen to the chirping of birds and the sound of the wind. Today the Sparrowhawk arose rejuvenated and went to the store and mowed the lawn, and went to the gym in the evening. I was putting things away and sorting our my laundry and so forth. I went for a walk. And then I kinda fell asleep. I guess I'm still tired. On Friday, Mr. Science told me he needed the obituary by the end of the day so they funeral home could post it. I sent it to all the sibs, and Mr. Science said it was fine, so I sent it in. And then an avalanche of cranky texts broke forth as my sisters pointed out what they wanted to do differently, only I didn't get their messages until later because I was in a park with bad phone service, attending the picnic kindly arranged by the Mr. Science scions. The writer's lot is not a happy one. So anyway, I called up the funeral home and asked them to wait until Monday, because one of the requirements, apparently, was that I HAD TO put in the date of the memorial service, and Mr. Science was going to arrange that today. Only he hasn't, so I still have this damn obituary waiting to be finished. I don't want to nudge Mr. Science, because he is in a highly emotional state. These arrangements are the devil. I am for sure pre-arranging my funeral. And I'm going to write my own obituary, too.