why did i decide to post Right Now...shouldn't i be sleeping?!

dang. it's been a long time. again.
hmmm, what to write about? the craziness of life? the craziness of spring weather? the craziness of my house? yes, yes i think that's it.

mostly because we had another funeral. yep. killin' 'em off left and right over here at Myra (beware!). Now, it's been awhile, so this will be to the best of my memory. please, correct me if the details are a bit hazy.

It was a lovely March evening. Spring Break for some people, so we had company staying over (shocking, i know). It was one of those weird late evening dinners. Huzzah, Pizza! Again, we were lingering far too long over our meal when Sharon looks up and says, "I think he's dead."

"Huh?" "No way!" "Who?!" "Is he faking it again?" the chorus of responses....But no. Rachel jumps up to give Oscar a closer inspection. The poor guy has looked a little listless before, even green around the gills, but this, this was definitely dead. We have a floater.

But are we really sure? i mean, we don't want to flush him and then find out he's alive when he hits the bowl. So Rachel grabs some sort of (formerly) clean utensil and nudges him a bit. and then stirs the water a bit. (we'd already done this frequently when he was living, because he wasn't really the kind of fish to live without an air pump. except he did a pretty good job of it for 5 months.) Then Erin decided to give it a good little whirl. which would almost make you think he was alive, except for the swimming backwards. which of course is easily remedied by stirring the other way.

well. after deciding that he really was dead we made the funeral preparations. We had to scrounge up a few more hats for the guests. Make a nice little cloth funeral pyre for the poor little guy. find the right text. come up with a song. make sure we have the roles properly assigned.
ok, we're ready. Rachel is the primary mourning this time. i held the lad and was secondary mourner. Sharon read the text, Ecclesiastes 3, again, so appropriate. Lisa graced us with the song "Baby Beluga," a melancholy little ditty that was fitting for our finned friend. Erin led the funeral procession to the almost-final resting place, while we all hummed "Taps". Rachel said her final goodbye and dropped dear Oscar in with a 'plop' and there he went, on that final swim to that Great Fish Bowl in the Sky.

So goes another adventure in Myra. And the rest of the week proceeded along quite nicely, with lots of food, some of it even fried, although it wasn't the pizza. and none of it named, sadly enough.
and the adventures have gone on, and on, and will keep going on...huzzah!
(just beware, if you are ever a birthday present to someone in Myra...your life may not be as long as you would like....dun, dun, duuun)

Random:
if you want something more random than this entire post is, including the fact that it's a month late, and midnight, you'd better look somewhere else....
(ugh, that's really lame...maybe i'll think of something better after i sleep...look somewhere else??!)