I took a taxi out to the Racquet Club to talk with a woman about house sitting for her. When I got there she said she thought I wouldn't work out because I don't have a car. She knew that as I had told her I was taking a taxi out to see her. I also told her that I don't have a car. I guess she was just curious to see me. I trudged back down the hill. I was not happy. But I found the cemetery and took photos. The live flowers had all died but the artificial ones looked beautiful. I am sorry I missed all the action at the cemetery on the Day of the Dead. I had no idea what I was missing. Next year.... Hopefully, I will be around next year. The last photo is a reminder to all of us to make every day count. I read online somewhere that the Day of the Dead is the biggest and most expensive holiday in Mexico. It outshines Christmas. Maybe that is why so many Mexicans have a good perspective on life. They know what is important and what isn't. Making a wasted trip to see a woman who had no intention of hiring me in the first place means nothing in the big scheme of my life.
Amazing displays honoring the departed ...
ReplyDeleteMany years ago I helped my mother take flowers to the cemetary on Memorial Day for her parents' graves. One year she decided to take a few plastic flowers as well. We returned a week later and the plastic flowers were at a neighboring grave. My mother was not pleased and spent way too much time grieving the 'injustice' of stolen plastic flowers. Wish she could see these photos you've taken...
Hi Gayle, Thanks for your comments. I would say that stealing flowers from one grave to put on another is very bad Karma....And maybe it was easier for your mom to express anger than grief. Grief is much harder to go through than justified anger. Patricia
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