may peace prevail on earth
me: Sometimes I think I’ve had so many ancestors, the world couldn’t hold all of their dead bodies. But I guess some were burned. M: This is not a night topic. me: And the world is really big. Do you think my ancestors love me? M: Ancestors love the living. me: What do they do… Read More »
We met a lady at a gas station minimart in Maricopa, California. She was waiting for the bathroom. She wore a beautiful Frida Kahlo teeshirt and has a house in Las Vegas as well as a house in Old Orcutt where her grandkids live. She was headed to Vegas while we were headed to my… Read More »
We got to the motel room and I put my pink plastic water bottle on the nightstand, but somehow I bumped it, and the lid popped open as if fell. Water spilled a lot and kept spilling. I asked Ming to get me a towel. He realized the bottle itself had broken, on the bottom. … Read More »
Our friend is visiting from New Orleans. She is the kid of our other friend. She runs a Catholic Worker house. She used to run this one, for a while, with her spouse. Today we went to her sister’s house and sat at the kitchen table, just talking for a while. I drank peach Perrier. … Read More »
Last night we took R out for dinner for his birthday. We went to vegan Mexican food. He liked the chips and his chorizo breakfast burrito. Ming got an impossible burrito and a Mexican coke. I got a chorizo breakfast burrito that was so salty I couldn’t finish it. We talked about how he quit… Read More »
Beautiful atc by my mail artist friend Predrag Petrovich.
Last night I went to a women’s group. There was dinner then a talking circle. I’m glad I brought the leftover black eyed peas plus spinach because dinner was chicken. The lady had this delicious peach juice. Peach mixed with something else maybe. I was shocked to be given presents. I was given a plastic… Read More »
“Hey, will you take a picture of the weird painting in our bathroom? I want to blog about it,” I asked Ming. “What weird painting?” he asked. “Oh no. You mean I’m the only one who sees it?” I asked. “What do you think it is? Have we talked about this?” I asked. “Yes. I… Read More »