Grandma's death has dragged on and on and on. She died last Thursday, but because of other factors, her funeral won't be until Friday. Yep, a full week and one day after she died. It's dragged out the grieving process so that it's almost unbearable, but only a couple more days...
Anyway, back to the "fun".
Last night we had a "reading rehersal" for those of us who will be doing readings at the funeral. I was handed my reading and on the top was written "to be read after the first reading". No problem, that makes my reading the second reading, right?
One would think so.
However, there was another reading handed out that said "second reading". So I asked, "when do I do my reading?"
Answer: "After the first reading."
Me: "Okay, but this other one says it's the second reading."
Answer: "It is the second reading."
Me: "How can that one be the second reading, if I'm supposed to read after the first reading? Doesn't that make mine the second reading and that one the third reading?"
Answer: "No. That one's the second reading, but you go after the first reading."
To borrow from Momma Fargo, *blink* *blink*
It was like "Who's on First?" all over again.
The worst part was that only my cousin C understood where I was coming from. In my crazy family's mind it made perfect sense that the passage that I'm reading after the first passage was not considered the second reading. So C and I decided that the actual first reading is 1A, I'm reading 1B and then we'll get to the second reading.