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what’s a heart for, but to break?

In my dream, Ming got more chocolate gelato instead of lavender for me.  “Dream fail!” I told him. I saw that a little girl aged 8 climbed Kilimanjaro and my first thought was, “Some people have way too much money.”  Is that fair?  I asked Ming, “How much money do you think it takes to […]

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dinner ideas

Yesterday I survived the party–without throwing sand at anyone, as Ming says.  We were the first to leave, but we stayed an hour and forty-five minutes.  We ate veggie burgers, potato salad, olives, crackers.  We talked to a few relatives.  We hugged some hugs. What was my reward?  I kind of had a reward beforehand–a […]

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fiesta

This morning we bought organic potatoes and pickles and olives for Mom to make potato salad for the party. Then we went to Costco to pick up the cake.  The balloons on the cake are big blobs of frosting.  The twins are 2. Yesterday in SLO we went to the art museum, which is free. […]

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tyvek

I’m at the place I go when Ming’s doing yoga at Shine.  I wrote a letter this morning to my friend A in Albany, emailed a couple people, trying to diversity.  I tend to put my eggs in too few baskets.  One of my lessons this lifetime is…not to do that! This morning I saw […]

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Eileen and the In-Betweens

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yoga

Let me tell you a little story.  I was going to take a yoga class at a studio that was new to me, years ago, always a daunting thing because I’m afraid they’ll be like, no, you can’t take yoga here–you’re too fat.  Someone was giving me a ride, and I was looking for the […]

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Jerry Zawada

Our friend Jerry died this morning. http://www.nukeresister.org/2017/07/25/jerry-zawada-presente/

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spousey

This morning I went to chair yoga.  I like my body and it works well.  I didn’t get a hug from the teacher this time, which was a little sad.  Lots of people were trying to come in the door for the next class. Yesterday morning at my aunt’s house I played piano a little […]

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crafts, lemons

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all the dead commentators lift their heads

There’s a sentence from a Rumi poem, something like “You say the first line of the Koran and all the dead commentators lift their heads.”  I tried googling it and can’t find it.  What the fudge.  It’s from my favorite Coleman Barks book, Like This. Ming’s sleeping lightly.  I would sing quietly along with this […]