Let it roll (do do do do do do) down the highway

So many miles since I last wrote here.

Last Friday I went to Turtleford for Mr. X's cousin's funeral. It was a cold, sad, infuriating funeral. It was a JW plug and nothing else. The speaker started his spiel by saying that W (the deceased) would not be referred to (in his speech) as one of Jehovah's witnesses because he had not made the commitment. He mentioned this several times. Oh, W had the chance to be a J-ho, but he didn't act on his chance and too bad, so sad for him. Good thing that all the good J-hos in the audience know the truth and too bad, so sad for the rest of us who don't. So, that was it. No eulogy for a wonderful young man who deserved so much more of a sendoff than that. Not a song, not a hymn, not a tear was shed. The man got up on the podium, gave his condemning speech, sat down, and that was the end of the service. Oh, I don't care that it was a JW plug, especially. I would have been just as horrified if it had been a Mennonite plug or anything else. The thing is, W wasn't JW. So, why honour his memory with something he didn't practise, or apparently, even support? It's been a week and I'm still kind of pissed. It was good to see W's parents though, and I'm glad I went nonetheless.

Anyway, Saturday I drove up near Flin Flon to finally see Mr. X's mine. It's about 6 hours each way and by 10am Sunday I was on my way home again. It was fun to go and see his workplace and meet a few more coworkers. I even drove one of the cooks home on Sunday and we had a nice visit. I drove right over a prairie chicken. Bam. Poor little bugger. There were 3 of them evenly spaced across the highway, so I had nowhere to go. I was going about 130 and I aimed and hoped for him to go under my car, because he obviously wasn't going to move. But that didn't work out so well for the chicken. I felt so mean. I told the cook, how sad that 3 chickens went out to search for food and only 2 were coming home. Wah. The cook said, "If Mr. X had hit the chicken, he would have stopped and picked it up for dinner." Always thinking, that man.

Mr. X is home now and tomorrow we're going to drive into Saskatoon for a snowmobile show. Yeah, we just bought a snowmobile, but now we need to see all the fun accessories so we can have something else to need. If nothing else, it will be fun to take a little road trip together, maybe have dinner. And hopefully hit a couple of stores so I can continue my search for the elusive perfect black boots.

And another thing. Something I just read reminded me of this, and we recently had this discussion at my office. There are basically 2 kinds of people in this world; those who want the best bed and those who want someone else to have the best bed. It all started because one of my co-workers was upset that one of her siblings took the best bed before she got there when they went to visit their parents. I said I would want my sister to have the best bed even if I did get there first. She called bullshit and said there is no way I would happily take the lesser bed. I said yes, indeed I would. And the discussion ensued. Of the 5 women at the table, there were 3 who would prefer to give up the better bed and 2 who would take the better bed if they got there first. Not that I'm right or she's wrong, but I would absolutely feel terrible if I knew my sister (or whomever the other guest might be) was sleeping uncomfortably while I was basking in pillows and fluff. Is it because I'm a younger child (in the list of children in my family, I mean) or because I'm a Virgo? Or because the other woman has a better sense of self-worth? Who knows. But I can now predict, with almost 100% certainty, who would chose the better (or lesser) bed when asked this question. Just different kinds of people. And the world, indeed, needs different kinds of people.