wiping sleep from eyes

just awoke to the alarm clock here in picturesque grand forks, north dakota...a little early a.m. blogging, much as lewis & clark did, i imagine.

funerals? not so much fun. horrible, actually. and i'm sure that for the 99 percent of the people in that church, funerals are a comfort in that they focus on the afterlife, that people live forever with christ after they die.

however for the rest of us (i.e. me, dust, and whoever else), it's more conflicting than that. when my grandad died four years ago, i still felt an inkling of god around, so that was a bit of a comfort. however that has passed in recent years due to a few different things, and so that same comfort in my granny's death just wasn't there. i do believe that it is better this way, b/c she would have had a long road of surgery and pain ahead of her, but from where i am spiritually, i don't see her in "a better place" but just gone. and that's a tough pill to take.

as part of somthing a little less morose from the weekend in south dakota: we stayed in the only motel there, the Lake Preston Motel, which brought about running jokes about heating the jacuzzi and whatnot..however there are several lakes in the area, bring several fishing folk there. in our room (and i'll post the picture i took) there was a sign that asked guests not to "clean their fish or birds" in the motel room, that there was a special area of the motel for that.

which, sadly, means that a sign was necessary to remind people not to do that, b/c people WERE cleaining their catches in the rooms. yuck. also in the room were two framed van gogh prints and a sign advertising a nearby bait shop. you know, just in case.

hoping to leave shortly for minot -- want to get back to see my girl and loaf around dakota square mall. good times. must drop large anvil on dustin's noggin to wake him.

off to find an anvil.