Finally, after a week of putting together, and getting a little silly and tired at the end,
At least we got silly...George stayed with the program and we finally have a shed. We all agreed that the next time, if any and it's not likely, the shed will come to us all together.
At a cemetery we had not seen before I was taken by this grave of a Maria and her namesake who were born on the same day 30 years apart and died within a year of each other. Sad. But also I notice that in these cemeteries, the family often brings unusual things to leave on the grave. On the Marias' grave are a couple of angels, a fish, something that looks like a toothbrush holder and a flamingo on a stick.
On this one, someone left grampa a bottle of Sprite. ( Might be warm where he is and he needs a drink.) Sorry, that was disrespectful and by and large, I think Mexicans are very respectful of their family that have gone beyond.
sadder yet, this grave looks as if it had things there and someone took them away.
Next went to the flea market looking for some shelves for the shed which we didn't find but as usual, I am amazed at the variety of things available ....like puppies
or a giant snow cone,
or a cup of corn, seasoned with salsa and lime.
Or maybe you want to get your face painted.
More than likely it is a sign of my age, but I just don't like to see the many stalls that sell toy guns.
This just looks wrong to me.
On the way home I was tempted by this store, but unfortunately, the business is up for sale and I cannot get belly dancing lessons here. Shame.
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