PuMPkin PIE

I can't believe I haven't blogged in a week. I thought it had only been a couple of days and then after reading through the blog I realized an entire week has gone by. I'm sure glad I got out of bed tonight to blog! I was already down for the count, lying in bed next to the sleeping baby. The after dinner slice of pumpkin pie, filled me up and made my eyes heavy. But a full bladder called me out of bed before I could fully fall asleep...that, and the voice in my head that was telling me to go blog.

So here I am. Today I actually didn't even do my 30 minutes. I really feel like a slacker. I did about 3-4 minutes whipping up "real" whipped cream for the pumpkin pie I made tonight. Does that count? Just kidding. I know. I am recommiting to the power of 3.

The other day I was walking through the cemetery. There was fresh snow on the ground and it was rather chilly but the sun was shining, so it wasn't too cold. I really felt like a walk would do me good. I was stuggling with my emotions and I wanted to get my 30 minutes in, so I headed up Pete's Hill again behind the library. I started up the hill. I thought a fresh view above the city might help bring some serenity, plus it's always really sunny up there. But as I walked I decided to cut over into the cemetery that runs next to the trail. I was walking through the cemetery and the first tombstone that caught my eye was Ruth Monteville and her birthday was November 6, 18--. At it just so happened to be Nov 6. Strange I thought. I felt it was definitely a sign but wasn't quite sure exactly what it meant. I said "Happy Birthday Ruth" and walked on. I thought about el Dia de los Muertos or the Day of the Dead. It is a widely celebrated holiday in Mexico, on Nov 2, where people party and hang out in cemetaries, eating and drinking, with their friends and family, alive, and dead. I imagined what it would be like if our society hung out in cemetaries and partied. I've personally always had a fascination with cemetaries. I love to walk around and look at the tombstones and imagine what those people were like, and how they died. Another patch of stones that caught my eye was a family of masons. They had the masonic temple symbol and some of them had an upside down 5 pointed star also. I'm not sure what the star is about. I was guessing it was the women's club of the masonics. Something to look up.

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