Funeral day

Today was my father's funeral. I chose not to fly back to upstate New York to attend. My three sisters went. I spoke to them today. They said the service was mostly nice. My stepmother and her family were fairly gracious for the most part. I guess there were a couple evil moments, but nothing too overt. Still, my one sister said it did open up a lot of old wounds. I'm happy with my decision not to attend.

This morning, I went to Mount Davidson for the first time. I've been wanting to go for a long time, but I never had gotten around to it. I thought this would be a good day for going to a place of a memorial. I tuned my iPod to "Hymns" by 2nd Chapter of Acts (something for my father), and caught the #36 bus at Forest Hill Station. From the Dalewood & Lansdale bus stop, I was expecting a longer hike, but it's probably not much more than 5 minutes up the hill from there. It's the highest hill in San Francisco, and there were some great views to the east.

There were some kids up at the cross at first, and several people with their dogs. That kinda wasn't as serene as I'd have liked, but still, it was nice to get up and "into the woods." (I didn't think about it until now, but I put "Into The Woods" on my iPod for the bus trip home.)

Here's a pic of that 103-foot concrete cross that sits atop the hill:

I love you, Miss Hannigan

Tomorrow I'll be busy trying to register at various orphanages - maybe far away, maybe real nearby. I'm not looking forward to all that paperwork! Scrubbing floors... little girls... lost dogs... oy. It's a hard knocks life.

Steve said that he'd adopt me, but I think he's just in it for the incest.