As I read through the first two sections in "Home at Grasmere," I found it very interesting what Dorothy chose to write about. Usually she wrote simple things about her day: for example, she almost always thought to include where her daily walks were to, and who accompanied her, and what the weather was like that day. She also tended to write about any time she spent in the garden, so many of her journal entries are very similar to one another.
However, there were a few journal entries that were very different from the rest, such as the one from September 3rd, on page 69. In this entry, she goes into great details about a funeral she attended, including the number of people there, the food that was served, and the scenery around her. I wondered while I read it if she wrote so much about that specific event because it was so different from her usual routine. I also thought about the conversation we had during our first class, about death being so ordinary, in that it happens to us all, but it's also not ordinary in that we never think about it happening to us, until it happens to someone we know. When this happens, a lot of the time it seems like that's all we can think about, and I think that is what happened to Dorothy as she watched the corpse being buried.
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