Archive for May, 2010

Cemeteries and Sil

Arlington Cemetery-VA

 Once again I had a great day visiting the loved ones who have passed on to eternal life.  This time my sister in law went with me.  (Hereinafter called Sil).  I took a vacation day one Friday mainly to just hang out at the house but we decided to go cemetery haunting.  Our first stop was to take fresh yellow squash to Judy and her mother and we surprised them.  We had a nice visit with them, but couldn’t stay long – we were on a mission!  We left there and we stopped and bought some silk flowers for Mom’s grave – fresh flowers just don’t hold up long, you know?  Once there, we washed and polished Mom’s headstone,  put the flowers in the vase and it looked very nice. The weather was perfect!  The day was bright and pretty – we picked a great day to ramble around, I must say.

 Rocksey went with us.  Dogs must be able to smell what’s going on underground in a cemetery.  She tried to go back to the car several times.  (She did that the first time I took her too).  She kept shaking and acting nervous.  Sil kept calling her back while I was tending and eventually Rocksey got over whatever it was that was scaring her.  After that she was doing her own visiting.  I’d like to know what was going through her mind.  For all we know, dogs can see spirits and ghosties and such.

 From there, we decided we would go visit Sil’s mom and dad’s grave.  We drove back to the northside and meandered down the roads of our childhood that had changed so much.  What used to be nothing but woods and dead end roads now are rows of subdivisions all through Oceanway.  Her parent’s headstone is beautiful and the tree that was so small when her dad was laid to rest there beside her mom, is now a huge tree with roots running over the tops of the graves.  The headstone is still beautiful, but slightly canted down on the right.  I think it gives it a bit of mystery…Sil isn’t so sure she likes it like that for fear it will crack.  They are in a very pretty cemetery and it isn’t very crowded.  Yet!  We then wandered around the area to see how many women were outliving their men…

 After leaving there we hit a free Barbeque Dinner given by Catty Shack and some other place that sells LP oil – I can’t remember that name but it was on Main Street.  We stayed there long enough to sample several different kinds of barbeque pork, roast, hamburger, chicken…it was all delicious and we bought some of the John Henry spices for sale.  They had a big tiger in a cage in the front that was pretty cool.  Sil said she’d bottle fed one of the babies years ago, back when she worked at a company in that area. 

 Happily fed, we went to her house and sat out back and had a couple of beers and wound down from our day.  It turned out to be one of those special days that we had always talked about doing but never got around to, and there it was, done on the spur of the moment.  Sometimes when you don’t plan it, it works out better. 

 Thanks, Sil, for the great day!  We have to do that again soon!  HUGS!!!

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Firefly Magic

Fireflies at Night

You ever wonder what you would miss most if you suddenly became blind?  

I was thinking that last night as I was out doing my nightly walkabout. Probably because it was so dark and I could hardly see while waiting on my eyes to adjust. I walked right into a tree one night and I knew the darn thing was there. I was groping around for it when my face found it. I also walked right into the back of Tim’s truck another time. It scared me so much I screamed right out loud because I didn’t know what it was at first. The truck is a dark gray color and I thought it was parked somewhere else. I hit it hard and hurt several areas on my body. It hurt enough to make my eyes water and then I stood there giggling  because it scared me so badly. THEN I looked around to see if anyone saw me. You know how you do when you accidentally trip or stumble. Try to act like you did it on purpose. “I really meant to smack into that truck and scream suddenly like that, I did!” 

 Anyway, every year I wait anxiously to see the fireflies come out. I worried this year they may not be so abundant because we had such a cold winter. I watch the woods for that first little white blink…I will see it and perk up…no…it’s the neighbors porch light shining thru the woods…or maybe a car’s headlights over there…so I wait some more…go out every night…look…and eventually, there it is! My first sighting of a lone firefly blinking, winking, floating through the trees. I am always so awed and so dumbly happy to see them it’s pitiful. What’s truly pitiful is the firefly dance I do to welcome them in…but I won’t describe that.   

 Slowly, over the course of a few nights, it becomes a FireFly Family Reunion and I can’t wait for dark every night so I can go watch their gathering.  If you creep to the woods and stand still (which is difficult because apparently the mosquitoes are their kissing cousins) they will come close enough you can reach out and carefully catch one. I like to hold them gently in my closed hand and see their little light flicker through the cracks and then release them. They are so beautiful drifting through the bushes and trees, zigging, zagging, floating, coaxing for a mate. Sometimes it looks like Christmas trees all lit up in the woods. 

With the fireflies come the Whip-poor-wills and for a little while the blend of bird music and tiny lights fill me with pure joy at just being a witness to such a wonderful thing and I’m happy to be alive. I’m grateful I can still see – and hear – even if both those senses are dimming a bit as the years go by. 

I would miss hundreds of things if I was struck blind…and those fireflies would rank in the Top Ten. 

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