Rebecca lost her sunglasses but found $20.

[rebecca_in_blue]

This afternoon I went to the library and came home with a huge armful of books, more than I'm actually going to read, I'm sure. I haven't been reading as much lately, probably because the weather's so much nicer and I haven't been stuck inside. No, not because I've been wasting all my time on YouTube. Of course not. There was a booksale at the library, and I found a VHS episode of the old '90s ('80s?) Baby-Sitters Club TV show. I'm going to show it to Sara as soon as she wakes up. I also got a collection of 20th-century ghost stories (I'd checked it out once before but never finished reading it) and one of 17th-century poetry. One of my new year resolutions for 2009 was to read one poem a day, but I haven't been living up to it. Older poems are some of my favorite ones to read aloud. Grammar, style, and everything else was so different back then, it's almost like reading in a different language.

From the library I went straight to another fantastic visit to a cemetery. It reminded me of this day last spring when I spent hours wandering around the Pere Lachaise in Paris. This cemetery wasn't as big or as famous, but the weather was just as nice, and while the Pere Lachaise was crowded, today I didn't see another single person in the cemetery the entire time I was there. I wandered around, took pictures, and read from my poetry book. Folks in the 17th-century seriously loved to write about death. I could open the book to a random page and almost always find something about dying.

Let me first say that I took all the ones of myself with the automatic timer on my camera, which is not an easy thing to do. And I don't know why the quality on some of them is so poor.


Me walking around in the cemetery. I loved all the oak trees and the pathways.


I love the way the branches hang over this pathway. Very cool-looking.


Me looking at one of the more recent headstones.


I like the picture on this man's headstone. Apparently he played the guitar.


Another headstone I like. This man was a sea captain. Born upon the tide, and in the sea he did abide.


A trio of young siblings who died in the early 1900s.


Here I'm reading "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may..."


Here I'm reading "Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust..."


A little girl who died in 1960, at age 4.


An overgrown, creepy-looking crypt.


Me reading again.


I don't know why I took this one. It's so cheesy-looking that it could almost pass for one of those god-awful senior pictures that everybody takes in high school.


A few more cemetery pictures to come. I'd post them now, but I should be going to bed. Check back to this post.

Comments

[babygoose85.livejournal.com]

Is the sale still going on? Do you know if they had any children's books?

[(Anonymous)]

This is Monday the 23rd. Uncle John only had one day off, Sun. and he was exhausted. Anyway he says he can take care of your bathroom shelf if you can be patient. He starts graveyards tomorrow and should be open this coming weekend. I love your pictures, how do you take pictures of yourself? Love, aunt connie

[(Anonymous)]

I love a creepy crypt. You need to write some more, I miss you, I feel like I talk to you guys on a regular basis with this journal stuff. You take great pictures. I love Matthew Arnold, do you ever read him? I am so thrilled that yall read poetry. Uncle JOhn is saving us from a huge tree roach that was on the kitchen cabinet. HE starts a dialogue with it, he talks for the roach, and then he catches the roach with his bare hand and puts in down the disposal. So MORBID. Especially the part when he turns on the disposal and does a small scream for the roach. Well all for now. love aunt connie. I wrote to your sister about other stuff.