Le Tired
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 "Hey I am doing this job and being okay at it." instead of "OH GOD WHAT AM I DOOOOOOING."
After work I put le gas in le car and then decided to stop and wander around this cemetery that I have passed roughly a thousand times and looks deliciously old and wonderful.
It's probably weird, but I love cemeteries. The older the better. I find them very peaceful. At least during the day, I to try to avoid them at night. But it was beautiful; the weather was perfect, the sun was out, and it was a wonderfully old cemetery, with the stones all or most from the 1800s.
I took a bunch of photos with my EVO and I thought they turned out really nice. I didn't see any ghosts and nothing particularly creepy happened, although I did almost step on ashes and I kept getting startled by squirrels.
Going into the cemetery. (Well, actually walking out, this was the last picture I took.)
I liked the handshake design on the one on the right. Though I don't understand what it's supposed to symbolize? Shaking hands with Jesus?
Thayer. There were quite a few Thayers in this place. I liked the arch as well.
I really like the name Jerusha. Also, more weird symbolism. Hand pointing up? To heaven, I guess.
It always makes me sad when I come across broken gravestones. Even if it's just age and weather and not the stupidity of people.
Graves from 1888 and 1885. I think. The first one is a little hard to read.
Badger.
General shot of some of the older stones.
More old and illegible stones.
Even more.
More stones with a bit of the church in the background.
Sarah H, died on my birthday in either 1888 or 1882. Hard to tell. I always look for my birthday on tombstones. Is that weird?
Poor Lucy.
Sanders. Not sure what the little stone is in the front, or even if it belongs to them.
This stone has a really strange weathering pattern on it, that I just noticed...
Cemetery at large again. I think that parking lot belongs to either the church or the school next door.
Perfectly legible stone, even though it was set there in 1836. 175 years of Ohio weather and it still looks that good.
Whereas the front of this one is almost entirely gone. Which makes me sad. Who is here? We don't know.
A stone being sucked into the earth. My (ex) friend had a superstition type thing about this... that you should let the earth reclaim it, if that's its doing. Which I think is creepy... who knows how many tombstones just... disappeared? Fell over and got sucked into the ground?
Perhaps a prequel to the previous picture, a stone soon to be covered in moss and lost in earth and time.
I'm waxing poetic.
Crooked old stones. A family all in a row.
The cemetery and the church. I didn't know that church was back there until I was halfway through.
Last two. 1845.
I felt a bit awkward wandering around this cemetery by myself, especially since it was by a surprisingly populated area, so I didn't take as many pictures as I could have. But it was... nice. I might go back. Not on a Saturday afternoon though.
Also, I'm really impressed with the camera on my EVO, these pictures turned out really nice.
Work was good though. I felt good. I felt competent for the first time. Like "Hey I am doing this job and being okay at it." instead of "OH GOD WHAT AM I DOOOOOOING."
After work I put le gas in le car and then decided to stop and wander around this cemetery that I have passed roughly a thousand times and looks deliciously old and wonderful.
It's probably weird, but I love cemeteries. The older the better. I find them very peaceful. At least during the day, I to try to avoid them at night. But it was beautiful; the weather was perfect, the sun was out, and it was a wonderfully old cemetery, with the stones all or most from the 1800s.
I took a bunch of photos with my EVO and I thought they turned out really nice. I didn't see any ghosts and nothing particularly creepy happened, although I did almost step on ashes and I kept getting startled by squirrels.
Going into the cemetery. (Well, actually walking out, this was the last picture I took.)
I liked the handshake design on the one on the right. Though I don't understand what it's supposed to symbolize? Shaking hands with Jesus?
Thayer. There were quite a few Thayers in this place. I liked the arch as well.
I really like the name Jerusha. Also, more weird symbolism. Hand pointing up? To heaven, I guess.
It always makes me sad when I come across broken gravestones. Even if it's just age and weather and not the stupidity of people.
Graves from 1888 and 1885. I think. The first one is a little hard to read.
Badger.
General shot of some of the older stones.
More old and illegible stones.
Even more.
More stones with a bit of the church in the background.
Sarah H, died on my birthday in either 1888 or 1882. Hard to tell. I always look for my birthday on tombstones. Is that weird?
Poor Lucy.
Sanders. Not sure what the little stone is in the front, or even if it belongs to them.
This stone has a really strange weathering pattern on it, that I just noticed...
Cemetery at large again. I think that parking lot belongs to either the church or the school next door.
Perfectly legible stone, even though it was set there in 1836. 175 years of Ohio weather and it still looks that good.
Whereas the front of this one is almost entirely gone. Which makes me sad. Who is here? We don't know.
A stone being sucked into the earth. My (ex) friend had a superstition type thing about this... that you should let the earth reclaim it, if that's its doing. Which I think is creepy... who knows how many tombstones just... disappeared? Fell over and got sucked into the ground?
Perhaps a prequel to the previous picture, a stone soon to be covered in moss and lost in earth and time.
I'm waxing poetic.
Crooked old stones. A family all in a row.
The cemetery and the church. I didn't know that church was back there until I was halfway through.
Last two. 1845.
I felt a bit awkward wandering around this cemetery by myself, especially since it was by a surprisingly populated area, so I didn't take as many pictures as I could have. But it was... nice. I might go back. Not on a Saturday afternoon though.
Also, I'm really impressed with the camera on my EVO, these pictures turned out really nice.