I know what you are thinking: “Oh, great, another piece about someone who found themselves in the spiritual pondering done in a cemetery.” Or: “Skipping this post today, looks like another reflection on death, oh, joy!” Stop right there, buddy! There were no spiritual musings in the graveyard today, only funky sideshows.
We live across the street from the city cemetery. No, it isn’t creepy, it’s actually a beautiful place. Seriously, I take my kids on walks there all the time. It gives me peace to think about things – I actually come up with a lot of my posts that way. But tonight, I was a little distracted to get much inspiration.
Ben and I took the boys together on an evening stroll. The weather was beautiful, the birds were singing when we came upon…
Ben: Hon, tell them about the pine cone!
Me: No, that was dumb!
Ben: No, it wasn’t! Okay, I’ll tell them. There was this evil pine cone that got stuck in the wheel of the stroller. When I reached to dislodge it, it poked me really hard. It hurt!
Me: poor baby, should I kiss it better?
Sorry, for the interruption. I know you didn’t want to hear about a silly little pine cone – but Ben wants to be a part of this story… men! Anyway, after the pine cone incident, we passed a couple making out in the middle of some gravestones. Well, a cemetery wouldn’t be my first choice for a make out spot – but to each his own.
Then we saw these people lying on a blanket in the distance. “What are they doing?” I asked my husband wondering if I should cover the boy’s innocent eyes. You won’t believe what they were doing! No, not that! This is a family blog! They were lying out! You know, sunbathing… in a graveyard! The desecrators! It was a woman in a bikini and a man in a zebra print Speedo (which my husband pointed out that he really did need a tan…) I, on the other hand, thought that anyone running around in a cemetery in a zebra print Speedo should be arrested! We tried to walk past with averted eyes, but my Sammy started yelling, “Hi!!” and waving to them. We just walked by faster.
Now, we didn’t think our little walk could get any worse. Until we saw the Bride. Yes, there was a bride in the cemetery. No, she wasn’t dead…. She was very much alive. What was she doing there? She was getting her bridal pictures taken. Oh, yeah, what a morbid way to start off your married life. Maybe it will bring them good luck -- I hope.
Anyway, I had had enough of this walk. “Sweetie, let’s go home,” I said and we did.