Dangerous Compassions


Last night at A’s house, J brought his dog over to meet A’s dogs for the first time.  I didn’t want to be there when they met, afraid there’d be bloodshed or at least a whole lot of noise.

I was wrong about bloodshed, but I was right about the noise. 

We brought over a lot of pesto pasta salad.  It was appreciated.  Got some good hugs.  The neighbor came over twice.  We played with singing bowls.  I said I wouldn’t go on the huge ferris wheel.  A smudged me with sage from Rasta Fam.  It smelled good.

This morning I have a dermatologist appointment.  I dread it.  Yesterday my blood draw went fine, but I’m left with a big bruise anyway.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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