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Oct. 13th, 2002
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renwick and stole him away to far-off lands, beyond Boston Hell and on to Peninsula where it seemed too dark to voyage across emerald fields without worry of law enforcement, but the gates were open, so it seemed like a silent welcome.
On the way across the meadow, my left boot died. The smallish heel (as compared to the massive platform shoes I generally wear) bent backwards...ha! A contortion heel! YAY! Umm, well, no...it sucked. They were my last pair of combat boots, and they died there in the fields.
But not entirely. I continued on, into the woods and over rocky terrain withrenwick and I sharing stories of lives past, and he mocked me when I warned him of the rocky terrain, and I became flushed, though he wouldn't notice in the dark.
I had never been to the Kendall Ledges after dark. My plan was to show him the sunset-like-no-other in OH, but it had passed. Instead we had a view of the Cuyahoga Valley shimmering in far-off lights and stars...it was awesome.
In some cultures, it is believed a cat will steal the baby's breath while it sleeps.
We walked back to the Fairuza car, and we kept talking like I haven't talked in a long time with anyone. It was nice to have a friend for the experience, considering the number of times I have gone this way alone.
Further south to Hudson OH, to my first sacred find when I moved up here, O'Brian's Cemetery. Many of the founders of the area (Hudson & Stow OH) are buried there, and in the past I have seen vandals create havoc in the wood beyond the keeper's house, beyond the 1/4 mile path...although, one might argue if the vandals were, in fact, living creatures.
Walking, my boot kept contorting and I felt awkward, my company a fashion guru - what sort of impression I might be making?!!! I got over myself though, and found the whole situation wonderfully amusing, and enjoyed the conversation even more once I remembered who I was, and that I am comfy as me.
Not too long ago, I tried to takewraptboy and bindrune to O'Brian's, but there was a huge ditch dug out on the path, so we decided it to be a sign of unwelcome, and went home. Last night, there was a bridge of sorts, and illumination just beyond, literally.
I found myself in awe of the newly restored cemetery. The entrance had a small wooden monk holding flowers, and a trash receptacle. Then there was the monument, carved with all the names of those buried and their dates of birth, death, or "ND." All the headstones were pretty much where they were supposed to be again, and there was even a tree swing. The entire space was lit with flood lights, which in all their strangeness and misplacement, I was happy to have on. I like being able to see who I am talking to, especially when the conversation is so great.
( Take me to the Moon(berger), Alice! )
renwick and stole him away to far-off lands, beyond Boston Hell and on to Peninsula where it seemed too dark to voyage across emerald fields without worry of law enforcement, but the gates were open, so it seemed like a silent welcome.On the way across the meadow, my left boot died. The smallish heel (as compared to the massive platform shoes I generally wear) bent backwards...ha! A contortion heel! YAY! Umm, well, no...it sucked. They were my last pair of combat boots, and they died there in the fields.
But not entirely. I continued on, into the woods and over rocky terrain with
renwick and I sharing stories of lives past, and he mocked me when I warned him of the rocky terrain, and I became flushed, though he wouldn't notice in the dark.I had never been to the Kendall Ledges after dark. My plan was to show him the sunset-like-no-other in OH, but it had passed. Instead we had a view of the Cuyahoga Valley shimmering in far-off lights and stars...it was awesome.
In some cultures, it is believed a cat will steal the baby's breath while it sleeps.
We walked back to the Fairuza car, and we kept talking like I haven't talked in a long time with anyone. It was nice to have a friend for the experience, considering the number of times I have gone this way alone.
Further south to Hudson OH, to my first sacred find when I moved up here, O'Brian's Cemetery. Many of the founders of the area (Hudson & Stow OH) are buried there, and in the past I have seen vandals create havoc in the wood beyond the keeper's house, beyond the 1/4 mile path...although, one might argue if the vandals were, in fact, living creatures.
Walking, my boot kept contorting and I felt awkward, my company a fashion guru - what sort of impression I might be making?!!! I got over myself though, and found the whole situation wonderfully amusing, and enjoyed the conversation even more once I remembered who I was, and that I am comfy as me.
Not too long ago, I tried to take
wraptboy and bindrune to O'Brian's, but there was a huge ditch dug out on the path, so we decided it to be a sign of unwelcome, and went home. Last night, there was a bridge of sorts, and illumination just beyond, literally.I found myself in awe of the newly restored cemetery. The entrance had a small wooden monk holding flowers, and a trash receptacle. Then there was the monument, carved with all the names of those buried and their dates of birth, death, or "ND." All the headstones were pretty much where they were supposed to be again, and there was even a tree swing. The entire space was lit with flood lights, which in all their strangeness and misplacement, I was happy to have on. I like being able to see who I am talking to, especially when the conversation is so great.
( Take me to the Moon(berger), Alice! )
