More stuff.

These live in my Uncle's yard as well. They're very pretty, no? I took those the other day. I thought he was in the house sleeping... one of my sane relatives stole him away... at least he was relatively safe... Ha Ha. Relatively safe. Too funny.

He might have been hiding from me as well. I dunno. He seems to enjoy my company... but he's also very polite and kind, it's not like he's just going to tell me to fuck off.

Since he didn't answer the phone I sat on his porch and cut up the boxes that were by the garage so the recycling people would take them away.

I was disappointed that I didn't get to see him, but I got some sun and exercise.

After I got home it was still early so I rode my bike to the park near my house. I didn't even know it was there until recently. Everyone I've run into there is behaving themselves too. What a novelty.

This doggie just wanted to play.

I have a sunburn today, It's very odd. It's swollen. Apparently yellow ink attracts more UV rays or something, the only part that's been affected is the yellow part. (the moon) The black bits and the blue bit are normal. Very odd. It's usually covered though and I rarely go out in the sunlight to begin with... It's a vampire bat. (In case you haven't been paying attention, that's not a new one... I've had it since I was 18.)




















Anyway... there's this large bronze sculpture in the park. I cried when I saw it. I didn't even have to count the figures. I went back and looked at it today.

There's one for each of them... as they were and still are.

That's my family. All the Aunts and Uncles. (The Wicked Stepsisters are not pictured.)


This is my Uncle. It looks almost like he did at that age.





















You'd have to see the actual sculpture. The sun went in and out... some of my pictures make it look positively grotesque. Hmmmm. It was meant to look that way I think. They look like happy children... but if the light changes, or if you look at a different angle they look tortured.

Yes, that's my bike tire. Ooops. That big black thing? That's salvaged history, it's a ship mooring thing-a-ma-jig.

Since I was out and about I went to the cemetary. Yes, the cemetary. It's right by the park. I've always liked it there, it's peaceful. When I was a kid somebody dared me to sleep there overnight. Did I? Sure I did. I couldn't prove it though, my friends got bored and left.

What was there to be scared of? None of the people buried there would have risen up and caused me harm... if their spirits were still hanging around there they would have protected me, and still would I'm sure.

I visit now and then. I'm always careful not to step on anybody and if I do I apologize. Sometimes I see something I want to look at and I end up stepping on someone. It's a very old cemetary. The records don't go back far enough... there might be Revolutionary War casualties in there.

While I was walking around I really needed to sit down and have some water, it was terribly hot. I sat on a man named William. Sorry Sir, I need to sit, I hope you don't mind...


I doubt any spirit/entity/person that might still be hanging around there would mind me visiting. It makes me feel peaceful, and I'm sure they don't get too many nice visitors.