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no more things

Too much to do, too much to pack, too much confusion and unknowns.  People say to take it one step at a time.  People say to relax.  People say to break it down into easy chunks.  Maybe I need to make some lists.  I wish I had a cute little egg timer so I could… Read More »

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farm day

Today we went to our friends’ farm.  I sat in a farmhouse by myself for a few hours writing letters and reading.  A soft cute orange cat was nice to me.  Then we had lunch, four of us.  Ming and I ripped greens into bite-sized pieces.  I seasoned and heated some canned beans.  Our friend… Read More »

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false advertising

I was making organic mac and cheese from a box for dinner.  I was reading the box as the pasta cooked.  “It’s comfort food you can rely on,” it said on the side of the box.  It also said something stupid about kids.  I wonder what percentage of mac and cheese is made for kids. … Read More »

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the drone at the park

The other day Ming and I were at McKinley Park taking a walk.  Someone in dressup clothes with a name badge was flying a drone.  He would fly it straight up, high into the air, and down low again.  It made me really uncomfortable.  It had a whirring sound, and I didn’t like it above… Read More »

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promises

Yesterday we went to Berkeley.  There were mishaps, none of them serious or dangerous.  Missed connections, misbehavior, miscommunication.  We had fun too.  My favorite part was sitting at Longhaul Infoshop with Ming and our friend A, drinking warm beverages, enjoying the quiet space before it opened.  It felt really good to stare at the curtains… Read More »

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writer’s group

Today at writer’s group Ming wrote an amazingly cute story about a goat with a broken horn.  A carpenter bee takes up residence there. Strangely, my story had goats too, though the goats in mine were offstage.  I actually wrote some fiction, something I almost never do.  I felt like I was cobbling together bits… Read More »

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happy

This blue-haired woman was yelling, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy!” to a man who was walking away from her.  I thought it was fine.  Then I realized the woman was crying.  She said it again, and the man turned around and threw something at her really hard and really fast.  I thought it was confetti, which… Read More »

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repetitive

This morning we walked to the co-op for kombucha.  There were heart-shaped scones.  We bought a lemon poppyseed one to share.  Turns out it was not my preferred scone style.  It was cakey–I prefer crumbly.  For an early lunch I made burritos: refried beans, soyrizo, and onions in Trader Joe’s tortillas.  So good.  But there’s… Read More »

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Vegas friend

That’s the compound where we’ll live.  That’s our friend J-Ra showing off his dread.

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home safe

This morning we left Las Vegas at 3:30.  Our friend J got up at 3 to make coffee for us.  It was nice. The drive home was uneventful.  We stopped at a Denny’s for breakfast and many gas stations for bathroom breaks.  I slept a little and dozed a lot. It was a weird fast… Read More »