So the cemetery could have been a bust. The weather and the oaks made the visit worth my while. Big trees in Texas. Who knew? Fat, capless acorns made the grass crunchy. The cemetery is well maintained, but boring. I hate to say it, but there it is. Mostly family plots with a large, simple headstone and then grave markers with only names and dates. There were a couple of more interest, to me. This one:
Our darling. I find that touching.
There is one child’s marker - 1915-1918 - around which there is a heart shaped outline in the ground. All the markers are set about an inch lower than the base of the grass and most of the outlines are the shape of the marker. For this child, Leona, the indentation is shaped (albeit vaguely) like a heart. I wonder if this is intentional and who would take the time to maintain it? There are mower blade scrapes on many markers – not disfiguring, but certainly visible. A groundskeeper who wouldn’t worry about scrapes with the mower is unlikely to worry about maintaining a sweet heart shaped area around a marker who’s occupant has been dead for 90 years.
These are the feet of Jesus:
After the cemetery I headed off to the Botanic Garden. Drove onto the grounds and realized, again, my poor planning. Why do I always seem to plan my trips into Ft. Worth and Dallas for the same weekends as festivals? This weekend was the Fall Festival at the Botanic Garden in the Japanese gardens. Nope. Not in the frame of mind to go to a festival alone. So, I headed over to the main garden entrance. A big black limousine and young women with dressed up hair and make up in jeans and t-shirts told of an imminent wedding. Okay… didn’t want to be around that (call me a curmudgeon, go a head, I dare you). I left for the museums.
First stop – the Modern. A small exhibit of paintings by Nigel Cooke. Wow. His stuff is fascinating.
After the Modern, I walked to the Kimball. Moments after buying my ticket, I realized I was starving. Their buffet sounded too fancy so I walked back to the car and drove to Chipotle. Drove back, ate on the Kimball grounds. A cool bench in the warm sun. Perfect for lunch. After my lovely burrrrrrrito, I was ready for the museum.
I'm too tired to care to remember the name of the exhibit (about a female Egyptian ruler who called herself a pharoah, her name starts with an H and ends with a t, but what's inside, I never did figure out how to pronounce and, therefore, can't remember how to spell), but it was lovely if crowded. Lots of bits of carved stone, but what kept my attention was the jewelry. I am more interested in the objects of daily life than in the sculptures and carvins and whatnots. The jewelry was amazing.
As is the museum itself. I didn't get any "big picture" photos that I didn't delete, but I was delighted to notice the stair railing and how it reflected the outside of the building, but in a more organic way. At least, that's how it seems to me and I like to think of it that way.
After the Kimball, I headed back to the hotel. Thus my day degenerated into the typical - t.v. and eating.
Thusly was today spent, as well. Flipped between Dogma, NASCAR, and various unremarkable shows. Nonetheless, the day passed too quickly and the work week starts over again in less than 12 hours. Sigh.
Maybe something fun will happen for Halloween...
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Look at the feet of Jesus. We've got the same long toe next to the big toe. Amazing. Could that mean...?
Mom
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