We took a detour through the graveyard near our house at sunset, after walking through a neighborhood full of really nice homes we wanted.
This grave made Karin sad, but then I realised how ... well, just how awful a name this child would have had to live with had it survived puberty. Basically reads "septum is harry." Harry nose, yep, that's me.
A nice fence on the way back.
And a big rig you don't see often in the US, one of the old blunt ones. They also have gravel guards which you don't see back home either.
I stopped in the liquor store across the street to get some cider, and the counter guy, on seeing my jade plant and cactus cutting, asked if I was into gardening. "Sure!" So he's going to bring in a cutting of a moon flower cactus for me in 2 weeks. Also, an old babushka lady burst out with joy at seeing me and Karin walking together. She said she liked seeing nice couples.
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