I'd like to visit some relatives' graves on Memorial Day weekend, but I know how Cliff hates driving. My family mostly lies buried in or near Harrison County in North Missouri, a two-hour drive. Cliff's mom, dad, brother, and other relatives are in the graveyard at Versailles, Missouri. That's a hundred miles to the southeast. He'd take me because he loves me, but I hate to make him do it: I realize the people who lie buried in those graves don't know the difference, whether we go or not. I'm thinking I will ask him to take me to Kansas City, North, where my sister's husband is buried, taking some flowers to lay on the grave. My sister Maxine has moved yet again, even further away. When she was in her 80's, she decided she ought to move nearer her only son and his wife, so she moved to McPherson, Kansas. Now her son and his wife are both retired; their two sons and their families live near Oklahoma City, and they wanted to move there to enjoy their grandchildren. So they sold their house, my sister sold her house, and they bought houses down there. Maxine (my sister) just moved this week. I told her when she felt like company to let me know and we'll be there; that's a road trip Cliff will take me on any time. Maxine recently had a heart attack, got some stints put in place, and was back to normal in a few days. She is my only sister, the straightest arrow you'll ever find, and the best example of common sense, hard work, and a Christian woman of anyone I know except for Cliff's Aunt Gertrude, who is 93 and in a nursing home now.
Three-day holiday weekends are no big deal to retirees, but I'm feeling sorry for the poor working stiffs who look forward to the time off, because if the weather forecast is right, it's going to rain every single day. So far today has been a nice one, albeit rather warm and humid. We went to the local U-pick strawberry patch up the road, Fahrmeier Farms. We got there when they opened at 9 o'clock and picked more strawberries than we really could afford in no more than ten minutes. It's all the berries we'll be able to eat this weekend, though. And we can eat a LOT of strawberries!
Gabe and I try to spend awhile every day in the hammock swing in the yard, with him gazing over at the neighbor's place watching for their three dogs to show themselves.
I'll leave you with a video taken in our small town's cemetery. I made it while riding my horse, Blue, years ago. The guy singing the song is Loudon Wainwright III, who wrote the theme song to M.A.S.H., "Suicide is Painless".
Have a wonderful weekend.