• Death, be not proud

    March 25, 2015
    dancing in the field of dreams

    I think I have always had a curiosity about what people do at the end of life, their own and the lives of people they know.  Funeral rites, grieving, afterlife beliefs, all intrigue me.

    I remember being left in the car while my grandparents went to a funeral because they thought I was too young to go and, besides, I didn’t know the man who had died. I was curious to know what happened at a funeral and was really annoyed not to be allowed to go.  They were probably right, though.  I’d have been asking questions the whole time and annoyed everyone there.

    I think I was 4 or 5 at the time.

    Because of that fascination, I tend to enjoy wandering in old cemeteries.  I take pictures of the markers and look  for the stories of the family, such as I can puzzle out.  I am intrigued by the symbols used on the tombstones and fascinated by the elaborate decorations and money spent.  The vast tracts of land that are used to grown stones from boxes of bones make me scratch my head, too.  There are monuments to people who are remembered by no one living.

    I tend to have an outside-looking-in view when someone I know is dealing with the death of a loved one, even when it is one of my own relatives.  I don’t believe in life after death.  I believe all time is Now, we just see it from somewhen that is limited because we are experiencing Eternity from the pinhole of our hereandnow perspective.

    This means that I try to make the hereandnow good and hold it in my memory with love.

    http://www.graveaddiction.com/symbol.html

    http://msghn.org/usghn/symbols.html

    http://www.thecemeteryclub.com/symbols.html

    My photos of Elmwood Cemetery, Charlotte, NC

    My photos of Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia, PA

  • Kitty has a potty mouth

    March 24, 2015
    a day in this life

    I recently learned the word “lalochezia.”  It is “Emotional relief gained by using indecent or vulgar language.”  That word was invented for me.  I swear when I talk like some people put salt on their food. It is automatic, without thought or malice.  I don’t type that way, much.

    One day, I was at my parents house, in the kitchen, looking for the lid to a storage container.  I was sitting on the floor, going through the huge pile of them, trying to find the one that fit and had a little litany of “shit, damn, hell, shit, shit damn, damn, damn, shit, hell, damn” going.   Mostly under my breath.   My dad walked in, heard me and started laughing.

    I said, “What?  You’re laughing because I can’t find a lid to the damn bowl?”

    He said, “No, some things just don’t change.  One day when you 3 or 4, I came in your room and you were looking for something in your toy box going ‘shoot, durn, shoot, durn, shoot, shoot, shoot, heck.’  You’re doing the same thing, now, in the grown up version.”

    I had a co-worker complain to our manager about my language, one time.  I explained that it wasn’t likely to change.  I said “I don’t swear AT her.  And if she hadn’t heard those words before now, she wouldn’t know what they meant to be offended by them.  It’s just words.”

    I have always agreed with George Carlin that “‘shoot’ is ‘shit’ with two Os” and I believe you may as well say what you mean instead of being coy.

  • Who “I” am

    March 24, 2015
    a day in this life

    i want to have a conversation with people who want to know me.

    Starting today.

  • Getting ready

    March 16, 2015
    a day in this life

    Chuck started stirring around getting ready for Spring. We have lots of seeds in little pots. He had already started some lettuce. Now, there are eggplants, several varieties of tomatoes, jalapenos, cucumbers, pie pumpkins, winter squash and basil are in yogurt cups and reused nursery pots.

    I pulled up the sage because we haven’t used it AT ALL and I want the space in my herb bed. He offered to put his basil in that spot and I gave him a Look. That’s where my parsley will go in a month. I did put some sage pieces that had roots starting into pots to try to give to a couple of friends who would like some. I have dill seeds pending, too.

    Flower seeds will wait a month be sown directly.

  • Not dead yet.

    February 12, 2015
    a day in this life

    Because I can never remember, I’m making a note here.  My chives have started to come up in their pot on the deck.

    DSC05187Not ready to use, yet.  But, there are intimations of flavors to come.  And, in spite of the cold, the cilantro keeps on coming back.  The red sorrel is rallying, too.

    DSC05190I’m used to the thymes, rosemary and sage making it through the winter.   I wasn’t sure about the cilantro and sorrel, since I haven’t grown them before.  And I can never remember when the chives revive.

    I intend to plant dill, parsley and basil when it warms up.  But, I’ve only got so much space in the herb bed.    Basil has done well in the holes around the raised beds in the past.  I am inclined to do that again.  Dill and parsley are both biennials, so I need to choose a permanent place for them.  When I pass some cilantro plants along to friends, I may have room for both of them in the bed.

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