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prayer flags

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checking in

Still feel like shit.  But I know I have a lot to be thankful for.  “Any day above ground is a good day.” This morning we walked to the post office where I mailed mails and bought more heart stamps.  They’re the cutest. It lightly sprinkled on us.  The sun comes and goes.  Our prayer… Read More »

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woes

This morning I got blood drawn, and this afternoon I went to the dentist.  As Ming drove us home from the dentist, I said, “I feel like a dummy.  In a crash test.”  That was the worst dentist I ever had.  I want to give him some feedback.  And the sad part is, I can… Read More »

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cracker review

We bought a huge bag of these delicious crackers at Costco when we were planning meals for ten people two weeks ago in Las Vegas.  The brand is Food Should Taste Good, which I think is a funny name, and they are gluten free.  They’re also vegan, as far as I can tell from the… Read More »

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bean news

I soaked some lima beans last night and cooked them in Ming’s crock pot today.  They’re so good!  I like them with salt and a little pretend butter.

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garden times

Tree kale is looking good. The tulip leaves are here, but no flowers yet. We took a walk past Luna’s.  I like their skeletons. Lavender and rosemary I picked.

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delay of game

Today we’re going to visit our community garden after being away for a long time.  I’m worried about it.  And I see my SSI lawyer at 1.  I’m worried about that too. I wrote a long poem about my neighbor who died.  I submitted it to a journal last night, and we’ll see what they… Read More »

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just morning

Eating pretend cheerios, waiting until time for the support call, listening to So Far. 

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flowers from the collard tree

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death etc

This morning we found out our neighbor died.  I used to go with her to free breakfast sometimes, and she was 35.  She was a good hugger.  I can’t believe she’s dead. Grieving is hard work, so I’m giving myself another sick day.  But Ming is outside doing yardwork with the landlord and a living… Read More »