Looking out the window
In the space of five minutes
I see
~A funeral hearse (and yes, I saw her death in the paper) with 9 duckling cars trailing it
~A school bus – grade school
~A furniture delivery truck
~Another school bus – high school
~A meat truck
~A milk truck,
~A jeep
~Three passenger vans
~Two private trucks with boat trailers
~Six or seven cars
~Two walkers
~One black dog who walks herself and never crosses the road, hello Bella!
Which goes to show me
In no uncertain way
That life goes on. And on. And on.
Even when we die.
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Thursday, March 08, 2012
Death and Other Jokes
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There's a very disconcerting fashion round here for enormous black gas-guzzlers that look uncannily like hearses. What possesses people to buy such things?
ReplyDeleteIt also goes to show that you live on a busy road.
ReplyDeleteIf I look out of the window I have to wait for the second car.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes and the grass grows by itself.
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....and the beat goes on.
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"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
ReplyDeleteRobert Frost
Thankfully not many hearses pass my door. If they do they have to turn round and go back!
ReplyDeleteAre you talking Hummers, Nick?
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Actually Friko I don't. Things got backed up behind the hearse. Normally one or two cars an hour, the odd delivery truck, but the hearse passed at a prime time in the afternoon.
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Thanks for that, Ramana!
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T:
ReplyDeleteOr doesn't when it comes to hearts.
:)
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Pauline:
ReplyDeleteIt does and it's kind of sad and happy at the same time?
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GM:
ReplyDeleteThe cul-de-sac woman, yeah?
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I must stop reading so fast. I spent way too long puzzling the significance of 9 ducklings trailing a hearse...was it, perhaps, some well-loved old Mallard on his final journey? Then I re-read the piece.
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ReplyDeleteI find the little cars following the hearse like birds following mama. I've always had difficulty with the way we do death in North America - which has spread to Europe now too.
I loved the old fashioned wake with the music and food in the kitchen and the corpse on one side with the candles overlooking it all.
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No, not Hummers. Not sure what they are, I'll take a closer look next time.
ReplyDeleteIt's an odd thought to imagine the world without yourself in it, isn't it?
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