The street was filled with parked cars last evening. It was a nice wind -break. Someone asked me what was going on, and I told him it was the last night of Dia de los Muertos celebration. It’s a celebration to honor the dead loved ones, and celebrate their lives. Some families stay all night long on the last night, and there’s a party with music and dancing, and food. I said, “they’re all partying in the cemetery.” At first, he looked at me like he thought I was pulling his leg. Then he said, “that must be where all the music is coming from, right?” I said, “yep.” He said, “man, they’re going to wake the dead if they keep that up all night.” I laughed.
We were in line for the ten o’clock meal at the Catholic Charities. The power went out and held the whole line up. Same guy as last night, and he asked me, “What’s the hold up?” I said, “power just went out. I think those partyers woke up some dead people that didn’t want to be woke up, and they’re messing with the fuse boxes.” He looked at me the same way that he did last night, too…like I was pulling his leg…as if…
PS -I saw that the grave of that sports fan had those two boards on it again…man, they’re having a hard time getting that guy to stay put!
Love you from Cafe du Mondieu Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, November 3, 2018, 3:18 p.m.