Isn't it this perfectly creepy?
I played hooky today, at least from one job. I have been in desperate need of new glasses. The laptop has slowly been creeping up from my lap onto my chest. I never notice it. It is not until the family starts to make fun of me that I think it could be odd.
Doctor said I was right. I like being right, makes my chest swell with pride. Well, on this occasion it wasn't awesome. I did walk away with new glasses. They are Oscar's black, very chic.
Mom wanted to have a mini-adventure. I suppose watching me get the dreaded poof of air in my eyes didn't do it for her. We visited the a cemetery down the street. No better way to get a taste of the area you live in then looking at those tomb stones.
Smithfield Cemetery are the Tarwaters. It is not every day you see a giant bird/gnome house with a matching rocking chair in the center of a cemetery. Uber classy!
Masons in North Texas. The group called Woodmen were part of the Roots group of Masons. From what I can find, the Woodmen was a benefits organization that acted as a life insurer for the Masons.
I love this picture. Looks like the tree ate the grave stones. I would love to have a giant Texas ceder planted on my grave. It is like a chance to live each spring you get to stretch and dance in the wind. If you get some free time go check out those grave yards. Great stuff!