Me & Moorea
What happened:
Moorea and I decided to go for a walk. I wanted to buy some bread, she wasn't up to much, it was a fine day, and so we were off, up the hill past the cemetery and the nice houses.
We talked about how giving human names to pets is nearly the only way to go. I mentioned that my room-mate would like to one day own a cat named Steve, which is very funny.
Here is my cat, named Charlie, or Charles Valentino. He's quite handsome. And sometimes I believe he is in love with me, but please do not start spreading this around because it sounds like something a Cat Lady would believe.
Charlie
We arrived at Macrina Bakery and I promptly bought a Giuseppe loaf, one day old, so I only had to pay a $1.50, which is quite a deal. We decided to stay and read (me) and draw (Moorea) so we ordered drinks. But we ended up talking mostly, about our state of singledom, about a book we will write/illustrate together, and about how important it is for children to learn another language during their formative years. Then we ate quiche.
As we walked home, we hunted for cats to talk to and pet. And we found one. I looked at his tag and his name was STEVE. We were shocked and awed by such a coincidence and laughed about how funny God's sense of humor is. Steve wanted to come home with us, but we told him, "no. You must stay here. See you!"
We decided to walk through the cemetery on the way home since neither of us had ever walked through it before. It is wonderful to walk through a cemetery at sunset, just so you know. Here is a church cemetery in the town of Juterbog, Germany, which I visited last May:
We suddenly saw a group of crows pecking at a knocked over flower pot in front of a large tombstone. "Should we scare them off?" I asked Moo. "Yes," she said, and started making noises to scare them. My eyes caught sight of the name on the large tombstone: FRALEY. F-R-A-L-E-Y. Oh my God. I nearly jumped out of my skin. We went and looked at the names on the stone, one of which was a man who died some years ago, the other a woman named Ilona who was born in 1940, and not deceased yet. I am thinking about looking her up as she might be a distant relative of mine. And I'm glad I was able to tidy up and look out for my possible distant relative's graveside.
But let's face it; that was NOT funny, God. That was too eerie of a coincidence...
4 comments :
That's wild - Greta and I were just talking about how frightening it would be to walk into a graveyard and see your own name on a tombstone! CREEPY!
Wow, that is creepy! I'm glad you're not dead Allie girl!
i think God was just trying to make us very aware of names yesterday. the kitty was a precursor to the finding your last name on a tombstone thing.
i think he wants you to find the old lady and give her a ring. i dont think it has anything to do with death, but maybe just a reminder that there are so many people in this world who we may actually be closer to than we think. i say, go find her!
ps. we need to take a better picture together hahaha.
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