You know what I had for my morning meal? Well, I’ll tell you.
Yesterday, at the Farmer’s Market I bought some carrots and some lovely asparagus. I snacked on a couple of the former while I grilled the latter in olive oil, in a cast iron skillet. This technique was recommended by the guy who sold me the asparagus. It was delicious! So very simple. The carrots, raw, were also good. The guy who sold them to me is a former acquaintance at the dojo I attended, he went into organic veggies. They were crisp and so tasty.
But maybe veggies first thing were what gave me some…issues… a couple hours later. It was worth it though.
Anyone else visiting gravesites this weekend? Mom and I will only go here in town, it’s just going to be too hot for her tomorrow. I’m considering changing the place of my(eventual) burial. I’ve always loved this little cemetery in the country where a lot of maternal relations are interred. Been visiting there since I was a kid. But now there is a space in town, belonging to my mom, and next to where she(eventually) will be, and where my dad already is. If I’m buried beside them then our names will match, and maybe it won’t be forgotten who I am. In the country I’d be the only person with my name. I’ve seen graves like that out there, so old nobody knows who the people were, and it saddens me
Amanda Owens
1861-1881
Amanda, you are gone from me but not forgotten
But Amanda is forgotten, there’s not a single other Owens in the whole place. My guess is it was a young wife, who left a grieving husband, who of course eventually married again and is buried elsewhere.
Which brings up the issue of second marriages. There’s one set of graves, a mother and two children, with space left for the husband. The mom and kids died in a car crash, which the husband and another sibling survived. A minister, he married again. It helps with the surviving kid, who is a special needs child. I wonder, although I’d never ask, what their burial plans are. I have an uncle who is buried next to his first wife of fifty plus years, while his second wife(a lovely lady) was buried last year by her first husband.
I bought a half slab of grocery store ribs, and I just ate supper. Mauser the dachshund is upset he doesn’t get any, but maybe tomorrow, when I finish them, he can have a taste.
If I could order from Acme I’d want the instant tornado pills.
missred, edited to say I think it’s cool you found those graves. When Mom and I visit Topeka Cemetery tomorrow we will see the graves of one set of my g-g-g-grandparents, James and Elizabeth Connell. For my nephews I think it’s kind of cool they can say where they have g-g-g-g-grandparents.