Reading harold_maude's journal

I remember the first time I saw a blood moon. It was like something out of the twilight zone. It seems that they are a common occurance when you get past the rocky mountians.
The blue moon on the other hand is a much rarer animal that occurs, well only once in a blue moon.

Why I decited to think about this tonight instead of the very currant and frustrating aspects of my job, is because it's something way off the subject and since when I try to get things straightened out I never seem to be able to communicate everything I need to so that my deepening frustration will go away.

So blue and blood moons it is. I could have just as easily thought about the lint balls you can make after your done drying clothes. And if you have some of thoes googlie eyes they sell in every craft store across america you and make seeing eye'd tribbles.

If you are familar with the very first 5 years of the star trek sagga that took place on T.V. You know what a tribble is and how they hated klingons and love vulcans and mulitplied at will.
And boy did they have the will to!

Then they started dying at an alarming rate, because the klingons were poisioning the tritakale grain and the tribbles being tribbles and always hungry or having babies, got into the grain and since it was poisioned they started kicking the bucket.

Actually the tribbles were born pregnant acording to Dr. Mcoy.
The ships doctor who the captin was always calling bones. Anyway thanks to the tribbles the day was saved and the plot was found out and even though we all felt bad about the little guys who looked like fuzz balls the bad grain wouldn't end up killing millions on some planet.

Anyway, so I could have thought about lint and giving it eyes after you roll it up into a ball, but I decited to write about blue moons, and yes blood moons. Seems that here where there is nothing to obstruct the dust in the air, the moon when it first rises looks like it's covered in blood. And what's even stranger is that face that is in the moon, takes on the apearance of a skull.

I think that's why the legand of the blood moon says that if you see one someone is going to die soon.
If you think about it, it's pretty acurate because people die somewhere everyday, it's just most of them we don't know. They just die and if they have family then they get burried, but what about all thoes poor souls who die with no family left to burry them?

There is a cemetary up near the town I grew up in and I was curious one day about it, so I tracked it down and found out that it was a place where they put thoes who died in the local mental instution in who had no family. Lots of unmarked graves. There are a few pioneer families burried there, but it's got a lot of bones from people who had no family to care for them.

Then I found out something really strange. In the town where I was born, there are streets in the city proper where houses are that used to be cemetary plots, and when it came time to build on thoes places no one bothered moving the bodies. The woman I talked to said that they should becareful how deep they dig when they plant their gardens, because it's unnerving to be digging holes for your roses and find bones.

That got me to thinking about how many places across this country where people were burried and no one kept a record and now everyone's forgotten. I heard that when the ohio river flooded it's banks in recient years there were alot of caskets that surfaced.

How easy it is to forget where the legecy of our past ends up, and how easy it is to just build, build, build because there are highrises and apartment buildings to fill and business that need bigger and better.

If you go into older cemetaries the ground is not level and the headstones are old and if you are into gathering information through rubbings of the headstones, you can find some cool old works of art still around.
You'll notice that when you walk through these places that the history that lays before you is overwhelming, and sad.

In the modern cemetary the bodies are put into cement vaults and the end result is level ground. When you walk through grounds it's almost as if there are only headstones there and the charm and mystery and history is missing.

I think being able to see the places that have risen and sunk over the years serves to remind us how fraglie life is, and that someone loved thoes people enough to take the time to burry them with care.
I know that's partly why I love cemetaries. That and the beautiful trees and the statues that grace the grounds. I know that there are cemeteries where I won't go because of the uneasy feel about them, while others exude rest and peace.

I'm sure to some this is all very morbid and not a subject that one talks about in such easy terms.
I used to feel that way, until when my son was in the 5th grade the class he was in had a field trip that was unusal. They were taking the kids to three of the cities cemetaries, where they would do rubbings of headstones and along with that they would get to ask questions of the caretakers, and there was the list they were given of people that fit into different catagories that they had to find.
The purpose was to dispell the idea that cemetaries were scary places associated with halloweeen.

It was a historical trip for the kids, and the parents who accompanied the kids it was a chance to see the cemetary at some other time than a time of greif and sadness, where no one talks about what they see, or if they have questions it's a bad time to ask them.

It was such a good experience that when they offered it again the following year to all the kids in the 6th grade, I signed up to go again. It changed how I viewed cememtaries.
Now I enjoy wandering through them for the most part.
But as I said there are some that make me uncomfortable so I tend to not go to thoes.

I think I got side tracked, happens alot these days. Not alot makes much sense, but I guess that it's better than thinking about a job that frustrates me to no end, and makes me want to become a hermet, and work where I never see people who can't figure out even the simplest things.
Yeah it is better.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.