tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655008488504408722.post6660481268635839611..comments2023-07-06T00:28:13.138-07:00Comments on jendocino: Death, Love, And Imperfection.Jendocinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02623135306489291253noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655008488504408722.post-81356554008319510862010-07-01T20:28:51.983-07:002010-07-01T20:28:51.983-07:00Hello Swallowtail! Yet again, I feel so lucky that...Hello Swallowtail! Yet again, I feel so lucky that Kym mentioned me. Thank you for the nice compliments. Your blog is fantastic as well! I'm adding you to my reading list, as well as to my links. I love your remote hillside idea in terms of a final resting place. It sounds so simple and beautiful to me... The freedom... The air... I think I've had one too many cubicles in my life! And I agree that perfection is where we find it. It is also fleeting, so you need to enjoy those "perfect" moments. Because in five minutes the cat will get sick or someone will need stitches. Or maybe both!Jendocinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02623135306489291253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655008488504408722.post-56165855406763155212010-07-01T11:43:58.730-07:002010-07-01T11:43:58.730-07:00Dear Jendocino,
I have come to your blog via Kym&...Dear Jendocino,<br />I have come to your blog via Kym's mentioning you in one of her posts. This post caught me, too, from the first photo, thinking: must bookmark this site. That accomplished, I took the ride with you. How I used to daydream at the cemetaries (Ferndale and Rohnerville, and a few burial sites throughout s.humboldt), and you're right, I always thought that it was the ultimate "perfection!" of marriage to end up under the stone which has your "married" name on it! Oh Goddess! As a young adult, and now even older, I realize that the truth of it all, is perfection, but a very different sense of the concept. I love the idea of being one with the sunbaked redwood needles on some remote hillside.<br /><br />Well, thanks. That was goood.Laura Paine Carrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05062656101856415850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655008488504408722.post-58205737762572317472010-07-01T10:14:37.634-07:002010-07-01T10:14:37.634-07:00Hello Dave and Kym!
Dave, as you can no doubt tel...Hello Dave and Kym!<br /><br />Dave, as you can no doubt tell, I was a bit pensive on the day of my cemetery walk, and I was a little worried that my post might be too melancholy. But then I figured, there's room on the internet for melancholy, too. I'm really glad you liked it, and I really appreciate your words of encouragement.<br /><br />Kym, your story was hilarious! Believe me, from here on out, every time I pass this cemetery, I'm going to be thinking of the "wages of sin.." I've had my share of car sick, twisty drives through the Sierras with my dad, too, and while he did his best, he would often lose it just because he wasn't used to dealing with a sick kid. I can remember stopping at the Knights Ferry store and him handing me a Slim Jim and a can of Squirt and saying, "Here, put something on your stomach. It'll make you feel better." Needless to say, a sugary drink and a stick of spicy, cured meat NEVER helped matters. But I laugh every time I think about it, which is the point. It doesn't have to be perfect. Thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing your story!Jendocinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02623135306489291253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655008488504408722.post-50782783575481578922010-06-30T08:44:14.716-07:002010-06-30T08:44:14.716-07:00As soon as the top of the first picture showed on ...As soon as the top of the first picture showed on my screen, I knew where it was taken. Every time we headed out to Fort Brag when I was a kid, we'd cross Wages Creek and my dad would intone sloooowly, "The wages of sin are death!" And he would time it so that the word death would be punctuated by the sight of the Westport Cemetary.<br /><br />The ocean was often cold and foggy. I sometimes got carsick. My dad would snap. But amidst the wrong was all that right of being together and loving each other and making memories. Even today, my kids and husband and I intone, "The wages of sin are death!" as we round that corner.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655008488504408722.post-82297984330090791522010-06-30T07:24:44.812-07:002010-06-30T07:24:44.812-07:00Poignant post.
Good observations. Great photos. I...Poignant post.<br /><br />Good observations. Great photos. Interesting theme.<br /><br />You got it all. Thanks for sharing.ImBlogCrazyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06114155503257613636noreply@blogger.com