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[threeplusfire]

Just got back from the burial services out in Cook's Point. It's a little old-fashioned church with stained glass windows out in the farmlands, with a cemetary out behind it. The headstones are old, and close together. Grandpa Nowak wanted to be buried out beside his parents. There were a few tiny headstones for babies that lived barely more than a month. It reminded me a bit of where we buried my grandfather, out in the middle of nowhere in the Texas dust.

I suppose I feel a little better now that I've done my crying. I just want to be home now, away from all the bustle. There was a huge crowd at the cemetary this afternoon. I want to be home.

Time to eat some more watergate salad and take some ibuprofen.

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[feu-de-fripe.livejournal.com]

crying is awefully therapeutic
have a safe trip home

what is watergate salad? i picture salad made with bugs

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

And see, everytime Joan says it I picture the Watergate hotel and hidden microphones. ;)

It's mostly coolwhip, marshmallows, and nuts. I think there is pistachio pudding mixed in, because it is kinda green, and there might even be pineapple bits. The one my grandmother's friends made had cherries and pecans.

[feu-de-fripe.livejournal.com]

i meant bugs like the kind that nixon's friends hid in the motel too. haha
my gramma makes a fruit salad like that with coolwhip marshmallows and that canned fruit coctail. 50's food was weird

remember that cereal book you had?

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I think that's still on my shelf.