I'm in the Rutland Public Library. There's a cemetery right out the window. This is not strange because I'm in Massachusetts, but is a little funny because I was planning to go snoot around one of the cemeteries in Holden after I finished up here.
In seeing all these cemeteries (all out of windows so far: train, car, libarary) I'm reminded that New England cemeteries look like The Dead Will Rise Tonight and Probably Bring Their Own Fog Machine. The cemeteries in New Mexcio just looked dead. Painfully so. Like from a gunshot wound or a chair to the side of the head. Dead.
In not dead news, I love New York City. It was gloriously sunny when I was there on Tuesday. I spent the day giddily wandering through Central Park (I had to restrain myself from sprinting in circles), assessing art in the Metropolitan, and picking up my train tickets at Penn Station. This meant that I walked about seven miles. Hooray for flat streets!
Yesterday involved riding the subway and then three trains: New Haven, Springfield, Worcester. I had a three-hour wait in Springfield where I quickly became non-plussed while walking through the streets with all my luggage.
So far my time with my grandfather and step-grandmother has been a mixture of pleasant and horrified. Pleasant as in finding out what all the relatives I never see are doing. Pleasant as in listening to them speak (grandfather=New England, step-grandmother=Dutch). Pleasant as in looking at pretty pretty woods. Not pleasant as in remembering how misogynistically awful my grandfather is. Not pleasant as in hearing more racist comments in the past 22 hours than I've heard in the past 22 months. Not pleasant as in having side conversations with my step-grandmother about how even though she hates living with my grandfather she figures she may as well stick it out now.
Tomorrow we're having dinner with my uncle's family, which includes two sons and a daughter (whose name is the same as mine: I have two cousins with my name plus a cousin who married a woman with my name) and his new wife (who has the same name as one of my aunts). This should be nice as there are many people and my uncle runs a daycare. Plenty to talk about, at least.
On to the graves!
Posted by Ida at April 22, 2004 01:33 PMThe Dead Will Rise Tonight and Bring Their Own Fog Machine is my favorite band.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at April 23, 2004 11:14 AM