I had the best spooky weekend! Rose and John were headed to visit Rose's aunt in Gun Barrel City. (Don't you just love that name?) I hitched a ride with them and spent the weekend skulking around cemeteries in Athens with C.Wright.
We even found, among other treasures, a cemetery named after George Valentine Petty. Isn't that a great name?
I love names. I keep a list of probationer names. They are really incredibly funny, but unfortunately, I can't share any of them with you. Cemetery names are fair game though. If - when - I write a book, my characters will all be named for people I've tramped on in grave yards. Names like Minnie Moon, for example.
While we were there, the weather was the most creepishly foggy and misty and downright rainy. My favorite! Unfortunately, grey granite monuments silhouetted against a grey granite sky makes for some boring photos. However, anything you snap with you camera aimed at the ground takes a wonderfully subdued and eerie feel. Maybe I can post some good shots later this week.
On the way home, we all breathed a sigh of resignation as we climbed back up on the dry, dusty caprock. As John said, "Every time I go somewhere else, it gets harder and harder to come back home." We were welcomed with two days worth of sandstorms.
Some days I really don't know why the hell we bother to live here.
Although, there's always the sunset...