cool people in the cemetery

After getting my wheels aligned I decided to go to the cemetery , a pleasant walk , peaceful- surprised at  how brown and crispy it is, usually it is lush green all year round. 

This is the most amusing , lively headstone-An otter instead of the usual weeping angel or dead guy on a stick. Dancing skeletons, partying and being joyful! Magical grave.
 

 bits of nature left as gifts- shells, stones with holes bored by the sea.

I usually start at the baby section of the cemetery , most of the stones are so worn that they just look like  rocks in the landscape. I feel this section more than the "long lived- great father and loving mother" graves. We went there at night one time when the kids were in middle school for "scares". But had to leave because we heard the babies- it was probably coyotes really. Anyway, it made us too sad to be scared.

Also a very small fenced Jewish section  stops me in my tracks, for a think , and a wish . It is a humble little cemetery.

There is a pump for watering your horse , used now,  I suppose, for dogs or very short children.

The cemetery is prime dog walking territory though I only saw two today.

There are squirrels and rabbits to bark at, but it is an on leash area, and please , pick up the poos.

At the entrance/exit there is this building. Looks like a lavatory. The words above the entrance claim that it is an Abby. I have never been inside - it is locked all the time. So much for the God house...

Before getting my wheels lined up properly, I  got the big deal booster plus the double dose flu injection. Tomorrow I may not feel so sassy. Bumped into an old friend while in the "sit and wait" room. her husband , who lived in the harbor when I did, has cancer in his lungs. He was a master pipe carver for years - gorgeous  art pieces actually, but smoked them as well.  Dang!

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Good thing I have been taking care of  business this week- cleared  my little storage unit which was mostly Erik's stuff and a few Dennis mystery objects. The weather is perfect for unloading a storage unit, and I fear that we are on borrowed good days.  Have made a huge pile in the hallway of stuff to go to charity shops.  Finally letting my grandmother's dishes go- just keeping a few bowls that I will actually use. Cleaned up my art corner- organized tubs of this and that and tossed so much that was well and truly dead. Rock hard oils and crafty shite that I am SO over! 

Fresh start!  On we go.

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Post script:

I just realized the name and date of the buried person , under the otter. I had not know of this girl nor her mother's dance company- I did some looking around- Young vivacious, dancing acrobatic girl- so much life!  What I could glean from sites online - she must have had  an accident, machines kept her body pumping blood and breathing for a couple of days, Plugs pulled and she "walked on". This is she, dynamic, a force! Too good for this world. Heartbreaking.