Memorable Memorial Day Meanderings

Due to circumstances beyond our control, plus we really just wanted to, we made our Memorial Day run to the cemetery on Sunday this year.  Dan was working, but the five of us packed up  our barely running car and headed out after church to grab grandma and go do our thing with the mums. I was kind of worried the car was going to quit on us, but oh well, you only live once, right?

We left calm blue skies in Syracuse and drove straight into threatening black clouds, wind, and rain drops. By the time we got to Grandma's, ( the car was doing great!) it was pretty much pouring. The kids were grumpy and hungry and didn't want to go visit dead people. It was cold and gray and wet outside. We almost bagged the whole thing. We almost waited until later. Then, we figured we would just head out and make the best of it, and see what happened.

After getting lost on the way to cemetery that we have only been going to for the past 50 years, by the time we finally got there, the storm had vanished. We pulled off our jackets and stepped out into beautiful warm blue skies again.  We got the flowers placed and trimmed the grass from around the headstones and spent a few precious moments telling the kids stories about their Uncle Blake and their great grandparents. It was really a lovely time, and the kids were involved, and interested. I am so glad I made them all come.

Then we hopped back into the car and hit the freeway for the cemetery where my Featherstone grandparents are buried. We had more work to do on their headstone. The grass had really grown around it and it was all muddy and dusty. Fortunately, Olivia had brought along her water bottle and a paint brush ( go figure- only Olivia would be carrying around a paintbrush at a cemetery) so we were able to clean it off pretty well and get the flowers put down.

It looked much better by the time we were done.

By this time we were all really starving, so we climbed back into our miraculous little car that was still chugging along, and went in search of slurpees and Chinese food. Dan met up with us at Grandmas, and just about the time we got back to the house, the black clouds came back and the downpour started. 

It could not have been more perfect timing. It was like the sun came out just long enough for us to go cemetery hopping. Our car got us back home with zero issues, and the rain kept coming down the rest of the night. It was a lovely start to our long weekend that really wasn't since most of had to work Monday anyway.

Today we did yard work and cooked hot dogs and took Piper to the dog park.

Olivia's boots! I love that girl. I love both those girls actually. And even Piper

And now, I'm thinking that hot dog didn't quit cut it tonight. I'm thinking about that leftover Chinese food in the fridge. It is calling to me. I must answer.