to Badger Prairie where she lived out her life.
Today I needed to find a quiet place to do some serious life thinking. I considered the zoo.....then I decided on the Forest Hill Cemetery and Mary. I stopped at Metcalf's grocery and bought Mary a rose. I debated on what color.... That is when I spotted the Melon colored one....that was it without any doubt. Then I passed a barrel of sample wine bottles... Yup I also grabbed one of those for Mary too. Bet she never tasted wine in her life. I was toting my own lunch bag, a rose, a camera, map of the cemetery, a small bottle of wine, and a milk crate to sit on which I did not use due to unleveled ground.
I parked and headed for the plot in area 22 with a plain flat stone saying, MARY JUNGBLUTH.
That is when I heard two horrendous motors starting.....and running directly for MARY JUNGBLUTH. and me. Two huge yellow mowers disturbing my peace to say the least. Not to mention the smell of fresh cut grass which is usually sort of nice but not this time. Nope, I suspected I would have a lung full of green suet by the time this was over. As I sat on Mary's stone with my large lunch bag on one side, the milk crate on the other, the rose, the wine, the map and the camera....I thought they would GO AWAY seeing I was a grieving cousin. Well they did not. They mowed up to 8 feet from Mary and me.
Had I been a more gutsy and creative today I would have started wailing and screaming in deep grief. Maybe then they would have left us in peace and moved to another section. I just sat there saying, "Jesus Crisis anyway." Maybe the zoo would have been a better option. And if those two men on their boy toys throw one stick at me I will sue the sheit out of this place. They "got" no manners. Those sons of a grass cutters mother!
I cant eat my lunch. My nose if full of flying green pieces....and my ears are buzzing. They have headphones on for noise reduction. Notice no one was handing them out to me. I came here to hear from the dead regarding my life direction which is bigger then grass cutting.
Finally the rude jerks left but not far enough. They left their ripe grass odor clearly behind with me. Terribly rude.
I placed the rose on Mary's home knowing she probably never got a flower in her entire life. I also knew the grass eaters would be back because they did leave a 5 foot patch directly at my and Mary's feet. I just knew they and their yellow machines would blow her rose away.. They were now mowing in the next section but still very loud and intrusive. I decided to say goodbye to Mary considering I couldn't hear her advice and mosey on down the way.. I stopped and watched the mower man come back and mow right up to Mary's neck. The rose didn't move... I knew Mary was hanging onto it!!
I decided to sit on the cement wall up the way from Mary, surrounding the Civil War boys. I had my lunch, toasted the boys with Mary's sample wine, took some pictures of them and heard what I needed to hear. Whether you believe me or not. Doesn't matter.
I asked them to show me a sign. I took this photo and as you can see I got what I asked for.....
So.... when I find more Happy News I will be back. Be well, Be Happy, Be Safe, and get Rich. Makes it all easier.