i hate that. no- i didn't usher in the official start to summer by bbq or picnic or mall sales. i mowed the grass and planted 6 rows of tomatos and did laundry with my sister. that's quite a bit for a couch potato fat chick. whew! not to mention getting up at the butt crack of dawn to get my sister to work in the first place- buses don't run on holidays. i hate holidays. especially one that has morphed into something akin to the fourth of july. memorial day isn't supposed to be about celebration- it's supposed to be about remembrance. today is memorial day observed anyway. so i guess it's moot. perhaps all of the drunks i heard partying into the wee hours of the night- all freakin' weekend- would do well to remember that. i doubt like hell any of them stepped foot into a cemetery. we would go and visit my grandfather's grave with mom- he was a world war 2 veteran. he has a white stone in the middle of a tiny pennsylvania graveyard miles from anywhere civilized. they moved the cemetery and the entire town- to put in a dam. sigh. we would stop off and go swimming in the lake made by said dam- and have a picnic when my aunts would go.
i know mom would like to go but she isn't sure she could make the trip. it is probably 2 hours or so from here one way. so- today i spent time in the garden and chatting with her because someday i will be making that 2 hour trip one way to visit 2. namaste.