Sunrise, Sunset

Went to the McPolack homestead on Saturday afternoon to spend time with my parents. Was floating in the pool with McMumsy whilst Chauncey the Wonder Corgi hung out in his wallow beneath the peony bush when PolackPappy came out. Pp was looking pretty old, I must say. What hair he has is getting whiter and his baldy-baldness is all speckled. McMumsy and I looked at him and realized at the same time who he looked like...Mr. Burns!

He wasn't too pleased with that, nor was he all that happy the next morning when, on the way to church, I noticed some stray shaving cream on his ear and told him Smithers hadn't done a good job on him.

Sunday afternoon was spent at the first birthday for my one of my cousin's kid's kids -- she had twins, and they were turning one. They're the great-nephews of cousin R, who died tragically earlier this summer, and his whole immediate family was sitting around the playroom talking about how to handle his ashes. Lots of odd questions like "Weren't they not able to fit all of him in the urn?" leading to answers liked "Yup, there's also a bag of him." Then there's the question of scattering ashes into the wind -- what happens if you get your dead brother on your pants? Do you wash him out?

Another cousin announced he wanted to be cremated when he died and basically poured on top of his wife when she died. I made everyone laugh by saying that we cremated Babcia even though "she wasn't really up for that."

All the while the next generation toddled about, or crawled, or smeared birthday cake in their hair, or filled their diapers.