We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Spent the day at a funeral. Too young to die, to full of life.
But, the moments in the cemetary were magical. Bright blue sky. Cemetary is covered with large leaf trees. The golden leaves were so bright--it was like standing in a very special light. Went looking for the graves of other loved ones nearby. At first I brushed the leaves off of stones to see the names, but then I realized how foolish it was. They would all be laughing at me, because the carpet of gold was so bright and beautiful. It brought a little peace to a weary heart.