My stepsister managed to prevent me from knowing when the funeral was until it was too late. The obituary on the funeral home site (which I didn't find until too late) does not even list me as a survivor. It does list some people who are, in my opinion, more distantly related than me. Nor does it mention having been predeceased by his loving wife.

Some people are just too petty.

I did learn that he was buried rather than cremated and which cemetery he's in, so perhaps on my next trip to California I will take an extra day and go on a road trip and say goodbye.

My odometer has been flaking out. I looked down at it and see that my speed is recorded as zero, and it is not adding to my miles. Then I stop and wiggle all the wires, and it seems to go again. Today I apparently didn't look at it for about 2 miles, because when I looked down I saw that it said 1.48, and I knew that the place I was, was about 3.5 miles from home. So I stopped in with a little the wires and I couldn't make it go, so I shrugged and said okay I guess I know I'm going about 10 and I will just write down the 8.5 and go buy a new odometer sometime. But then, seemingly about a quarter-mile later, it started recording and recorded the rest of the ride. *shrug* But maybe I should buy a new odometer anyway.

1679 (1681) so far for the year.