Cemeteries and Chickens

Yesterday Nefarious and Caitlin had a long day, and a very long car ride to achieve it… They went to a friend’s wedding reception, and in driving them downtown first the highway was closed for construction, and then after inching our way across town, we were three blocks away and thirty minutes late, having discovered that University Avenue was completely shut down for the filming of a movie. Caitlin and Nefarious hopped out and tried to walk the rest of the way as a helicopter strafed the street and disinterested police tried to block them from crossing under the street via the subway station…

I left the Wii on so Nefarious could play bowling when she got up… On her most recent game she destroyed me with a whopping score of 198. Ack! Way out of my league, although neither she nor Caitlin can challenge me on guitar (for now).

After breakfast we went out to Riverdale Farm since we haven’t been there in about a year I think, but the Cemetery is on the way there so when Nefarious saw that she insisted we all stop and walk through it (just like last time) which was a really nice diversion. She has a real fascination with cemeteries and the zillion stories you can tell from them — how long ago the person died, who they’re buried with, what it says, how old they were when they died, the odds of them being a zombie.

The Farm was fun too, although at the end of it Nefarious and some kids she befriended hunted runaway chickens a little to vigorously (although it was quite amusing watching them stalk them like cats) and everyone got a little parental scolding for pulling out a feather. After that, enough log-rolls down the hill at the park that I feel very sick to my stomach. Urgh.

Ari’s other new fascination is taking the stairs rather than the elevators. A very tiring fascination (about a 120 foot climb I figure), although I suppose that I need to lose more than a little weight so I guess it’s for the best! But not fun after so many log rolls.

8 Comments

  1. Gracie wrote:

    Those are great pictures! You all look very happy.

    Sunday, September 21, 2008 at 3:55 pm | Permalink
  2. Maika wrote:

    I agree. The photos are lovely. I enjoy how wonderfully colourful your daughter is amidst the greys and greens of the cemetery.

    Sunday, September 21, 2008 at 9:20 pm | Permalink
  3. Elizabeth wrote:

    The shot with Nefarious speeding down the walk is so amazing, whoah. Shot #9 cracks me up because it’s so cliched that’s it’s beyond a cliche. The Olan Mills couple shot but in real life, the effect is of course, super. The one where you taunt the Gillespies their inability to kiss, tres romantic! Love the happy action seen in the first dominecker hen run. Never thought your mode of transportation looked particularly morbid (odd, I know) but in this setting it’s as though Death has new wheels. Great stuff! Oh and shot #10 is very ducky, totally a duck.

    Monday, September 22, 2008 at 5:38 am | Permalink
  4. La Negra wrote:

    i love run chicken when i was a child with my sista!
    ..some times they run us jajajaa

    Monday, September 22, 2008 at 6:28 am | Permalink
  5. suzanne wrote:

    We have a beautiful historic cemetary where I grew up. Living in Manhattan I miss having a nearby cemetary. Those are great pics. Thank you for posting them. I really like the one with the duckweed. Me and my son recently learned all about duckweed. PS Is that kid wearing a cape?

    Monday, September 22, 2008 at 10:06 am | Permalink
  6. Shannon wrote:

    Yeah, a batman cape!

    Monday, September 22, 2008 at 10:11 am | Permalink
  7. Twwly wrote:

    Aw, kissing picture.

    Bob’s got no more chickens to chase – all of ours went into the freezer yesterday. Thankkkkk goodness.

    Monday, September 22, 2008 at 12:35 pm | Permalink
  8. Richard wrote:

    Are you wearing leather trousers? :D

    Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 7:05 am | Permalink
Wow Shannon, that's really annoying! What is it, 1997 on Geocities? Retroweb is NOT cool!

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