Calling Up the Forgotten

Well, I wrote the national VFW folks to see what they could do about the Pioneer Cemetery since there are two vets from the War of 1812 buried there.

I have also contacted a branch of the Ottawa Indians to see if they might know of someone interested in helping preserve the cemetery since there are remains of Native Americans buried there.

In other words, I am stirring, stirring, stirring. I wish I were closer... I would be there, stirring like crazy.

Meanwhile, I am enjoying the sounds of a neighborhood... the birds, the leaves with the light breeze, the lawnmowers (yeah, really, I am enjoying the sounds of the lawnmowers! LOL), and the sounds of kids playing. It's just a zen moment for me. And the smell of honeysuckle in the neighborhood is heady... can't escape it. It's ... wonderful.

Crash is teaching a lesson, and I am looking forward to just... working quietly and enjoying the day. Thunderstorms tonight, but for now, it's just heavenly.

I'm wondering if it's the day, or if my new anti-depressants finally kicked in. LOL Whatever answer, I am not questioning it, and I am not knocking it. ::chuckle:: This is how life should be lived.