We got a new small frying pan. We’re calling it Tink because it makes a tinking sound as it heats and cools.
Today we have a 1 pm meeting. Then at 4:15 Ming’s getting picked up to go help with a big donation.
Last night we were at A’s house. He fed us blood orange, cupcakes baked the night before, tea with lots of ginger. He read to me. I told him stories, like the stories of picking mandarins and planting an orange tree.
Yesterday I wrote a poem that’s in six parts. I guess I had a lot to say. It’s called “Chelsea, Marcus, and the Immortal Potatoes.”