Le Tired

[sarisynn]

I opened today, after sleeping roughly three hours at best. I am le tired. My brain has been insisting on putting "le" in front of almost every single thing. Le tubs. Le reshop. I have to put le gas in le car. Where is le Brian, my le biffle, I have not seen him in le week.

Work was good though. I felt good. I felt competent for the first time. Like

Comments

[marblespire]

The oldest gravestone I've ever seen in the entire state of California was dated to the 1860s. It was at Sutter Creek--as in, the creek where Sutter found shiny yellow stuff in the water, thus kicking off the Gold Rush.

I envy your state's sense of history.

[rfg_72]

I love old cemeteries. I am also a genealogist. I've learned lots of tricks for reading old stones. Taking pictures is really good, because you can use programs to change the light and contrast and bring out different things and sometimes you can read them. I always take really thin tracing paper and soft charcoal with me for rubbings, but even better is to use the soft dirt/drying mud near the stones to make the rubbings. And if you don't have paper, just a little dirt will sometimes make it easier to see. Also your fingers can often tell you what your eyes can't. I also have a very odd gift that creeps a lot of people out -- I can very easily find unmarked graves in an old cemetery or a field where a cemetery is thought to be. I live in MO, wish we could go 'sploring together sometime.

[sarisynn]

I wish I had a cemetery exploring buddy. It'd probably feel a whole less awkward if I wasn't there by myself.

[pink_siamese]

It's so wee! I should take some pics of the cemetery near my house sometime. That thing is huge, and old, and since it's New England and all it's one of the oldest graveyards in the country. For a long time, until it expanded, the newer graves were all from the 1800s.

[sarisynn]

You totally should, that'd be awesome. Most of the older cemeteries around here are small. I guess it's because I'm in the country.

[pink_siamese]

I'll wait until the leaves change for an extra dose of awesome. ;-)

[em25]

When I was a little girl, my nan (who was always a little bit doolally, although in those days she hid it well) lived near a big cemetery, and she used to take my brothers and I on walks around it when we stayed with her. It wasn't until I was an adult that I learnt she'd had a still birth before she had my mother, and of course in those days they just whisked the baby away; they didn't let you so much as look at it, let alone hold it. When she took us around the cemetery, she was looking for her dead baby. Crazy, since even if the baby had a grave (which was highly unlikely), if it was in that cemetery, she'd have found it years before, but she kept on looking until she finally moved away from the area. Coming from a family of nutters is kind of creepy sometimes.

You took some great pictures.