Friday Cemetery Blogging

Friday Cemetery Blogging

Friday Cemetery Blogging

 

Never turn your back on the deacons.

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Don’t ask.  I don’t know. 

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Last week I discovered that more than a few people get kind of antsy when I forget to post a cemetery picture.  Sorry about that!  How’s life for you?  Things are busy here and I’ve been spending my free time doing a lot of drawing.  And watching thunderstorms.  This is our “rainy season”, such as it is.  Thunderstorms almost every night for the last couple of weeks – very cool.  In fact, it’s thundering right now…

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Evidently this was the stock car racing cemetery. 

 

 

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I took this photo while I was in San Antonio a few weeks ago.  I was wandering around a tiny little urban cemetery, lamenting the plight of the dead in tiny little urban cemeteries.  Since they don’t breathe, mabye the dead don’t mind the exhaust fumes gathering at the stop light.  And since the don’t hear, maybe they don’t notice the heavy machinery about thirty-six inches away as it excavates for an office building or a gas station or something.  

Any way, I really didn’t see much of interest, but I took a few half-hearted shots.  This was one of the last stones I photographed and I took this shot because of the unconventional inscription that listed both husbands.  I snapped the pic, then went on my way. 

But I never read the small print.  Not until a week later, after I’d returned home.  Turns out this is one of the most incredible tombstones I’ve ever photographed. 

 

 

 

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Departed and free in 73.

Trying Something New

 

Kate was going to throw away the disembodied Barbie head. Normally that is a decision I would fully support. But after watching Jackson use it to play tug-of-war with the dogs, I realized there was a whole realm of possible uses for the loathsome thing.

Suggestions, anyone?

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“And now, will y'all stand and be recognized?”

- Gib Lewis, Texas Speaker of the House, to a group of people in wheelchairs in the gallery of the House Chamber, observing voting on disability legislation.

 

George W. Bush had nothing on Gib Lewis.  Lewis did it first.  Lewis did it best. 

Lewis may have even done it more often.

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Quote of the Day:

"It's not how you pick your nose, it's where you put that booger that counts."

- Tre Cool

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"Lost my head. But I've still got this cool flaming heart thingy."

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Tombstone Theology:

"Those whom God loves die young."

Those who live to a ripe old age are not nearly so well liked by their creator. Evidently.

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Well, dang. It feels like weeks since I've sat down to write anything. I guess maybe that's because it HAS been weeks since I've written.

I blame the railroad.

Up until just a month or so ago, I lived in a constant state of danger. Facing one's mortality at every turn stimulates the mind and force feeds creativity. I was on the edge. And living there made every breath more stimulating, everything was brighter, stronger, more pungent.

But now the danger is gone.

Blasted railroad.

Here's the deal. At the end of one of the roads leading away from my house, there is a railroad crossing. I've lived in this house for almost ten years, and I lived every day with the knowledge that the train was going to kill me. For years I've told my friends and family, when the train finally gets me, it will be my own fault. I forget to look both ways before sailing over the tracks. So don't sue the railroad.

Anytime Katie was riding with me and we encountered the train, I told her I could jump it with my truck. The tracks are five or six feet higher than the road. You approach them on a dirt ramp sort of thing. Perfect setup for launching the truck right over the top of the moving train. I watched the Dukes of Hazzard all the time as a kid, so I knew I could do it - no problem.

Kate wasn't so sure.

So, to keep from offending her delicate sensibilities, I'd have to come up with a new excuse for not attempting the jump each time we ended up there at the same time as the train. Sometimes it was my own fault - I'd not been paying enough attention and hadn't built up enough speed on the dirt road leading up to the ramp. The price of jet fuel was prohibitive on several occasions and I wasn't sure if I could reach launch velocity on the cheap low-octane stuff I was using. Every once in a while the angle of the sun interfered. Occasionally she was in the truck with me right after I'd completed a successful jump and to do it again, so soon, was to run the risk of showboating and I'd never want to be accused of that.

I was running short of Shinola. But then the railroad solved the problem. They came along last month and put in lights and those arm thingies. Now I have to stop -- I can't jump the train.

It's the law.

Thank God!

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Phallacy

The Bureaucratic Paper Fairy has dumped on me mightily this week. Have you noticed how that kind of thing will completely zap your creativity? This frumpy little freak sneaks into your office and litters your desk with page after page after page of useless muck. Then just when you think she's done, and you can get started on dealing with the mess, she backs a truck up to the door and dumps the whole load.

I hate her.

If I ever get my hands on her grey polyester skirt suit (you know the one I mean - and she always wears a plain white blouse with one of those floophy 'lady' bow tie things at the neck.) I'm gonna strangle her with the mouse cord. I'm gonna sharpen some pencils and stick 'em as far up her nose as they will go. I'm gonna wad up all those papers and stuff them down her throat, one by one. Then I'll beat her about the head and shoulders with my phone. After that, I will run over the dang phone with my truck. Repeatedly.

And after that?

After that I'm gonna get really creative. You got any suggestions?

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Not So Much, Anymore.

I wish

...that I understood French. All the naughty bits in the book I'm currently reading are in French. Hard to enjoy peaceful perusal of mysterious tomes when the laptop is propped open on one knee so I can look up the translations. (It's a British mystery written in the 1930's; therefor the naughty bits consist of lines such as "You intoxicate me" and "I wish I were in his shoes" and "now is the time for him to learn the difference between kissing and embracing" and the like.)

...Sinclair would stop eating the trees and digging up the yard. Other than that she's the perfect dog. She's so mellow. And she's rubbing off on Zoe just a bit. Zoe is ever so slightly less bouncy now that Sinclair is here.

...it were possible to fast forward to the end of this week. The stress! Argh! (But I am taking a few hours off on Friday the afternoon in honor of the thirteenth.)

...y'all could've seen the guy's face stopped next to me at the red light this morning. (Notice how it's "the" red light. 'Cause there's only one. Ha!) I like to listen to my music LOUD. So did the kid in the little Toyota. His hip hop was no match for my Puccini.

(I'm not an opera connoisseur as a general rule. This was just a fragment from Turandot - Nessun Dorma - that was included in the movie soundtrack that I was listening to.)

...someone could explain to me why the movie "My Bloody Valentine - In 3-D!" came out in the middle of JANUARY??? And now it's gone, gone, gone. Guess we'll have to see the new Friday the 13th movie, instead. Darn it.

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      Fievel's tombstone.

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How 'bout them wings?

This was an interesting statue. Beautiful from a distance, but the closer I got, the less I liked it. It has no detail up close. It's like someone sort of erased bits of it. But it was still pretty cool.

Had a great time in Athens, which is where, more or less, this photo was taken.

(C. Wright - tell G that I got my book back!)