... my new tombstones (from Pottery Barn!) ...

Ignore the laundry on the sofa. It's folded at least!

My recent posts have felt a little dark and dreary. In fact, I've been feeling a little emotionally overwhelmed. My cousins on my father's side did not understand my interest in cemeteries nor my father's interest in genealogy (read that as moving about said cemeteries). In fact, they called me a punk. They tried to say it in a loving way but all I could do was acknowledge that they thought I was weird... and they way they saw it, weird wasn't a good thing. Oh well, *shrug*. I like being me.

When I'm in a cemetery, my heart breaks when there is a monument that has fallen over. I can't do much about that but I can and I do garden! In fact, on my recent trip with my father, I was pruning the perennials that were planted by the gravestones, and I was removing the grass and weeds that were growing over the veteran brass plates. I wished that I had had better tools and gloves. I'll know for next time.

Of course, I doubt my cousins would understand that I actually like the ~look~ of graves. I like the look so much that when Pottery Barn (yes, I know... it's an addiction) came out with their Chalkboard Tombstones, I purchased them instantly (with a 20% off total purchase coupon!)... and then waited and waited and waited. They arrived today and GWEEE! They are adorable. Technically they're supposed to be placed outdoors but I think they'll find a home in my house somewhere. Now, what witty inscriptions shall I add... hmmm.