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We got a bucket stolen from right outside our front door.  It was an orange Home Depot bucket.  Wtf?  We went to Trader Joe’s.  It was Ming’s bucket, so he was going through the stages of grief.  That’s a joke.  We laughed about going through stages of grief for a bucket.  Ming got a seeded baguette. 

And today’s the memorial celebration for our neighbor who died.  Family is downstairs.  We were offered potato salad, coleslaw, and pork.  We heard someone read a poem about our neighbor who died.  There are little kids running around.  We did not get dressed up.  Choir practice was canceled. 

That’s my possibly-confusing blog post, and I’m sticking to it.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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