I may have posted this before; if so, I apologize. It occurred to me again because my neighbor's son is marrying a Jewish woman and will have a (moderately) Jewish ceremony. I'm going to crochet a chuppah covering for them because, as we all know, no chuppah, no shtuppah. The father of the groom, a fine carpenter, will build the chuppah structure.
This is the ideal wedding dance. It always gives me goosebumps.
Speaking of rituals, I finally realized that what I needed to do was have a proper Episcopalian church funeral for my aunt right here in my hometown, just for me and my friends and neighbors. That way I can attend the family thing that's going to happen in San Antonio next month without any tension. I've engaged a bagpiper, chosen the Old and New Testament readings and hymns, and set everything up for next Friday. A friend is going to be kind enough to drive down from Houston.