How to Know When It's Over!

It turns out lots of people are quite excited about my dear friend who passed away. Her tribute in The Star was very nice-- and her funeral was not sad, but quite spiritual and hopeful. She had both the pastor and two district superintendents officiating, and retired Bishop Frank sent his best, being too old to attend. I think most people would do well to have so many people pay their respects!
The rest of the weekend was crazy. I spent Saturday with my girls in the GS troop, while they worked on badges at a workshop. Kate and I were bored, but talked all day, and even managed to sneak out to get a Starbucks. The rest of the troop leaders were not friendly, and that was okay too. At least we went. It wasn't bad, with only 5 little girls. We went to the soccer game afterwards, which was cold as hell-- and by then I was wiped out.
Sunday brought symphony tickets to the KC symphony-- to hear a Hayden piece, some modern piece of junk, and a medley of Wagner pieces. The guest musician was a highly-acclaimed soprano-- who should have worn one of the helmets with horns at least when she sang Wagner. Really German opera never has done much for me, but I guess I'm unusual. At least when she finished singing we new it was really over-- the fat lady had sung. I could definately have done without her singing, because the orchestra was as always excellent in and of itself.
I just found out two of my favorite clergy folk and classmates are moving to southwest Missouri. They're quite excited, but I'm bummed, they're guys I actually like and like their families; for the life of me I can't figure out why people want to move to the southwest part of Missouri. It's got nothing but fundamentalists, racists, and rednecks (which of course can be redundant, I realize.)