Pagan statuary for very cheap indeed

The Big Dollar store out in Selkirk is beyond amazing. Look at the lovely statuary I picked up there this afternoon.

( This way to the amazingly cheap statues! )

(By the way, cockatiel_art, the Anubis is for you!)

The Isis and Osiris are about 7 1/2" tall. They cost... are you ready for it?... $3.50 each. Sure, they're not works of high art, but they're quite servicable as altar statuary, IMO.

The scribe and Anubis cost $1.25 each.

The Big Dollar store is a bloody Pagan paradise!

That said...

Sincerest thanks to all who responded to my "It is finished" post. Your kinds words mean a lot to me in my times of sorrow and struggle.

Before the Big Dollar store, there was my sister-in-law's funeral. (We went to the Big Dollar store to kill time before heading over to a private home for coffee and dainties, so we wouldn't be too early.) George and I arrived right at 2 pm, the time when the funeral was supposed to start, and were told by an usher that there wasn't any room for us in the chapel. Apparently no one had though to reserve seats for the family members -- or at least, not for us. We sat in the overflow lounge and listened to the service via an intercom.

It was... not bad. Tasteful, and short, though the pastor made the bad mistake of horribly flubbing the reading of the obituary at several key points. Once he got that out of the way, he spoke (for the most part) eloquently and with deep feeling about my sister-in-law, who had been greatly involved with her church and much loved by her fellow members. HOW much loved was obvious when we moved on to the Friendship Centre for a buffet lunch: there must have been 250 people there, and George's family had barely enough food ready to cover the demand.

Afterwards, over to my sister-in-law's daughter's house for coffee and nibbles. Her husband, George's brother, had gone home to change after the service and didn't show up until just as George and I were leaving to catch the bus back to Winnipeg. But we got to spend a few minutes with him, and he seems to be holding up pretty well. He loved his wife a lot, in spite of their differences of religious opinion (she a born-again Christian, he an unrepentant atheist). He has lots of family members in Selkirk to help him through the tough patches, and George and I want to have him over for dinner sometime soon.

On the way back home on the bus through the darkened fields, while George read a book, I contemplated the froth of our daily lives, the chatter of the "monkey mind" that fills our waking hours -- and the silent Mystery that lies beyond. Each of us will one day come to that shore and the sea from which no ship returns. What lands lie across the deep?

Wherever my sister-in-law is, I hope she is happy and has been united with her God, Whom she loved so much.