I don’t like arguing with my husband, but you can’t live nearly every hour of everyday with a person and not have an argument now and then. At least this time I only stomped away once and I never cried. Usually I have a very difficult time of keeping my temper under control which means the point I wanted to make never really comes out quite right. This time I managed to make my point in a somewhat calm manner, and then it was all over.
It still wore me out, though, and my spirits are less than they should be. A small part of me still wants to cry, but a bigger part of me doesn’t want the tears. And that makes me tired, too.
That aside, I’ve been going through old photographs. I found some photos of Marcus when he was a puppy. I can’t believe he was ever that small. I think I’m going to start scanning all of them.
I have scanned two, so far. These were taken in the Monterey Cemetery. I like cemeteries. It’s silence. Hushed. Whispers.
I don’t like the newer cemeteries that don’t allow tombs and upright stones and statues. All they allow is an impersonal brass plaque. Might as well just assign all the dead a number and forget about who they were.
Here are the photos:
I found this beautiful statue watching over a group of babies that had been abandoned and found only after death. Someone put up this statue and put small stones over the tiny graves with the phrase carved into them, “Loved By God”.
I always liked this statue of Christ. He was beneath one of the eucalyptus trees and was always covered with dry leaves and other earthy detritus. There were always flowers at his feet whenever I visited. The old ones just dried until they crumbled away.
Tomorrow we’ll go to the movies unless the weather is really bad. We’ll go see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. That’s one we’ve been waiting for.
