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This weather stinks. It's all foggy and damp and grey and it makes me want to sleep all day. Tuesday was lovely and completely opposite of the way it's been for the last day or two. It was sunny and almost hot in the direct sun, but there was a cool breeze. Momma D and I went to CVS because I had to pick up some Easter basket supplies and then we got some Dunkin' D's iced coffee and took a ride around because it was such a nice day. We drove by our old house (like a couple of stalkers) to check out all of the renovations that have been going on since it was sold. The guy put up brand new porches on the front of the house and some new windows. I imagine that when he gets done with that place, the interior will be virtually unrecognizable. Then we drove down Blackstone Boulevard and took a detour through Swan Point Cemetery where I totally failed to remember exactly where H.P. Lovecraft's grave is (it's been a few years since the last time I'd been there and we were in the right section, I just couldn't remember the street name). Unfortunately, there were no goth kids hanging around it at the time to aid is in locating the grave either. There used to be a huge, distinctive-looking tree behind the plot that made it easy to find and, of course, it got chopped down fairly recently. But it was a nice drive so who's complaining. It sounds morbid, but Swan Point is actually quite a pretty cemetery and there are a lot of really historic graves and if the security guard isn't around, you can take some nifty pictures, too.










Oof, these scans are kinda crummy (trust me, the originals are much sharper), but I liked the way the black & white film came out kind if sepia-toned. Happy accidents, folks. Happy accidents.