AU REVOIR MES AMIS
Friday, May 18, 2018
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
mouse, corn, corn
* Everything is well with the movers until he tips the refrigerator back onto the dolly. A stiff, long dead mouse falls out of the insides. I pick the mouse up with a paper towel, hoping the mover did not see last fall's visitor. He does not mention it.
* The window installer calls in sick and I work on my disappointment some of the day, finally loosing it when I see the California corn on the cob at the market.
* I cannot remember how to boil corn...how long? I missed the season last year.
* The window installer calls in sick and I work on my disappointment some of the day, finally loosing it when I see the California corn on the cob at the market.
* I cannot remember how to boil corn...how long? I missed the season last year.
Adele, garden, newly met
* As to Adele's party....aren't we all on the Titanic?
* I survey the garden in the just awake early morning...
yes, that works...
ah, what was I thinking ...
how green, how green....
the blooms, the blooms...
and I just BE before life steals me away.
* Take 14 Americans newly met, tethered to their homes and lives. Shake together for 12 days. Add one insecure Canadian not really dripping with truths. Zen moments. We carry ourselves packed away in our baggage. I giggle at the shifting buddy relationships. I work to analyze just what of my sense of humor, my life, I can expose without freaking everyone and cutting gossamer strings of understanding. My ever present knitted cap, "Why do you wear it even on the bus?" ("Chemo left me bald.")"How long ago
did you have chemo?" I answer calmly and find common ground--movies, books, experiences. And delight in what of themselves they expose to me, what they will trust me with. Doing what I like best--being interested in them. At the last night drinks party the group conversation turns to assisted suicide and pulling life support decisions and I am so ready to go home.
* I survey the garden in the just awake early morning...
yes, that works...
ah, what was I thinking ...
how green, how green....
the blooms, the blooms...
and I just BE before life steals me away.
* Take 14 Americans newly met, tethered to their homes and lives. Shake together for 12 days. Add one insecure Canadian not really dripping with truths. Zen moments. We carry ourselves packed away in our baggage. I giggle at the shifting buddy relationships. I work to analyze just what of my sense of humor, my life, I can expose without freaking everyone and cutting gossamer strings of understanding. My ever present knitted cap, "Why do you wear it even on the bus?" ("Chemo left me bald.")"How long ago
did you have chemo?" I answer calmly and find common ground--movies, books, experiences. And delight in what of themselves they expose to me, what they will trust me with. Doing what I like best--being interested in them. At the last night drinks party the group conversation turns to assisted suicide and pulling life support decisions and I am so ready to go home.
Monday, May 7, 2018
maybe, grammar, robert
* Maybe if we all sit extremely still, Monday will not be able to see us.
* Grammar:
The difference between knowing your shit and knowing you're shit.
* Robert Donat
* Grammar:
The difference between knowing your shit and knowing you're shit.
* Robert Donat
Sunday, May 6, 2018
home, travel, car
* O Canada.....but hooray HOME
* Travel burns away non essentials.
* Wait, now. What color is my car?
* Travel burns away non essentials.
* Wait, now. What color is my car?
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