They will not let you have open flames at the cemetery.

While this does not apply to those special candles they sell in the grocery store for the leaving at your private altars or shrines, they don't like camp stoves. I think that's the first time I've ever been thrown out of a cemetary.

Hell, I didn't know you could be evicted and banned from a cemetary.

Frank, of course, was very upset.

I don't think I need to mention that. Not really. Most things I do seem to set him more on edge than a cat with a buttered piece of toast strapped to its back. And I can't explain that metaphor to him either.

I wanted to make brownies again with Angie. I miss that. I did not know any other way to try. And because they won't let me back in, I don't think coming back with a solar oven is going to work either. And they threatened to have me in for loitering outside the gates.

On a positive note, at least the counter is clean. Frank will not ask every day when I will be using that pile of things, nor will he ask what I plan to bake today. I don't think he'll mention any baking at all for some time to come.  ¶ 1:11 PM