Do Cemeteries REALLY Have to Be So Cliché?

 

Some days you're the tree. Some day's you're the fence.

Meanwhile, not sure who's been browsing around in the work YouTube account, but this popped up in the feed: 

Which made me giggle a bit when I saw this on my walk through the cemetery ... 

Just sitting out there, very will hidden from the highway, and probably the side roads. 

This all makes the very massive assumption that you've ever viewed Breaking Bad. If not, just move along ... 

So, that all out of the way, it's Tuesday. I went for a 20-minute walk yesterday at the cemetery. Today, I made a 24-minute stint, same location. Going to have to change it up. Haven't decided whether I want to walk on our road or not, since mornings are usually a bit busier, what with people traversing to and from works. 

There's another cemetery in Hicksville that's fairly sizeable, if I recollect correctly. May meander over there at some point. 

Writing this on Wednesday now ... 

Blood sugar is coming down, day by day ... I was at 126 yesterday. 

Not sure if I will walk today. Maybe in a bit. We shall see. 

It was a bit unnerving yesterday, mostly because I was overthinking the creepiness factor of the place. The cemetery is directly adjacent to a house that canNOT be seen from the road. A house, and an old camper ... (not the one in the picture above) that sits mostly in front of a small stretch of wooded area divided by a fence (seen above). It's an odd situation. It's a very old cemetery in the back with the newer residents all situated in the more frontal areas ... 

Here ... Let me draw you a map: 

• Where you see the ghostie is where I park. There's a little maintenance house/shed there that's always less than inviting. 
• In purple, you see my walking path ... 
• In yellow, paths I did not know about, or are not currently visible when walking by there, but must be further explored. 
• Heisenberg's meth lab is off frame, back in that general green-arrow direction
• Upon further inspection of the Layers in Google, I learned there is a house back there that is also not visible to the naked eyeball, but looks much less suspect than the adjacent house. 
• The southerly stretch is fairly docile and pleasant ... however, at the back corner there by evil-grin face, especially with a field full of corn, you start hearing assorted noises. Never know what's going to come running out the field, be it Children, large or small beasts. Fun game. 
• Up by skull and creepy killer guy is where it starts to get suspect. Actually starting where the woods start, but it's usually creepiest midway through. That's where this is: 

Why you need a fence and a gate when you can walk right through. 

Also, what happened that the rest of the fence went missing? O.o 

Needless to say, it's not a place I will walk at sundown, or before the sun rises. Nope. It's never the cemetery that gets you. It's the surrounds. 

All in all, feeling much better, mental-wise. A decided lack of sugar and junk carbs clears up a lot of the fog and down-ness. I'm sure the brief stints of movement helped, as well. 

Been accomplishing a lot at the workplace (my desk). Also decided to invest in a new L-shaped desk that will allow for more flow betwixt stations. I currently have one desktop PC, two laptops, and two widescreen monitors, but I have to flip between two chairs, turn everything on at the other station, or switch computers at the main desk, and it just cuts down on my urge to get shit done. Being able to roll along from one station to the next seamlessly will be excellent! Also got a new rug to tie the entire ensembluh together. 

First step of interior renovation has begun - my Beloved painted the bathroom a first terrifying and then "We can live with that" shade called Maison Blanche ... (Pictures shall ensue after the whole thing is complete) 

Here's the shade though - 

It was, at first, horrific, because it appeared very orangish ... but after a second coat, and some drying time, it has tamed down to a shade that would seem to be much lighter than whatever the hell you might be seeing above - the internets are the WORST place in the world to get an idea of color. Seriously. 

We're going to sit (get it, sit ... in the bathroom ...) with it for a few days and see how we feel before we commit any other rooms to this tone. I'm thinking that I would like a more muted gray-ish tinge, but we've also had gray tones in assorted rooms throughout the house for a lot of the time we've lived here, so maybe I just need to expand my horizons. 

And NOW we're at Thursday already? Seriously? 

Well, it's nearing the end of August, and SUMMER temperatures have finally arrived. Along with the loverly Ohellio humidity. You know how, in the winter, when you open an exterior door and feel the frigid air rush in? It was like that yesterday, only that frigid air was more like a well-preheated-oven air. I felt it WRAP around my LEGS ...

I did not walk yesterday. I don't know if I'll be able to today, as it is currently storming, complete with lightning, and I don't need to move IN to the cemetery at this time. 

I believe we've arrived at the conclusion that we want to hire someone of a professional ilk to paint the remaining rooms. I'm all good with that. As of this morning, still not feeling that bathroom Maison Blanche shade. It reminds of a less-than-modern, antique elementary school bathroom stall color. I think it's also too warm against the cooler tones of the tile, which is a slate color with streaks of off-white, and bluish green hues. Hard to explain. You'll see it eventually. Also, it clashes horrifically with the white of the shower. 

As for me, been doing fine. Food consumption is fine. I learned that it's not wise to test blood glucose when you're at the peak of being stressed/pissed off. I'll test it later this morning if I'm in a relaxed mode and see what there is to see. 

I heard some "Ancient Chinese Secret" or Buddhist monk, or other Eastern philosophical tale the other day about how you should never tell anyone your plans. I realize that this is probably mostly true. I'd heard it before, listening to some law of attraction things - and I know that there are DEFINITELY some people, such as my mother, that I will NOT discuss anything with because they don't have any comprehension of what "being supportive" means, and I tend to not talk about it a lot outside of this space because what's the point? 

I'm on a mission, a silent mission, to get some shit done, and I'm going to do it. End of. 

I have no idea where I was going with that ... I love it when a thought enters the mind and then refuses to finish itself. 

For now, I'll leave you with some more scenic views of the walk. At least you'll know where to look, should I come up missing. 

Someday, when I learn to eliminate the background without messing with the sun rays, this will be a stunning picture. 

I have zero clue what the hell these art - the tree itself is turning red. Just looks trippy up close, and from a distance. 

After some nearly 20 years of visiting this cemetery, I never saw this until the other day. Looks like someone was doing arts and crafts. 

This tree looks much more eerie and menacing in person. My phone camera does not adequately capture the mood. In person, it's almost as if it's melting.