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my fantasy, healing soup, hospital jokes for survival

I was telling Ming–Protonix is such a good drug name.  I love it.  I love words with x in them.  Tonix is good.  Pro is good.  Protonix is the only drug name I ever loved. “If I was a rapper, I’d take the name Protonix,” I told Ming.  It’s the drug they gave me in… Read More »

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life-force

I like this olive cream cheese, lately.  I like to toast a bagel and put the olive cream cheese on it, then some slices of tomato. The tomato tonight, some seeds inside it had sprouted.  I think that’s good luck.  I feel there’s extra life-force in the tomato, and it will help me. I was… Read More »

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bag project

Hey, guess what.  We finally gave away one of those bags.  An elder sitting in her walker was begging with a cardboard sign, at a place where the parking lot meets the street.  Ming pulled over and got the bag and handed it to her.  She said thank you. I was imagining the card would… Read More »

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three fails

Last night a wheel popped off my computer chair.  The chair part is still fine, but I need a new chair because of the missing wheel. My google limit is reached.  I deleted photos and emails and got it down to 96% but it’s just a matter of time.  Thinking of getting a new email… Read More »

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shake it shake shake it shake it shake shake it shake it shake it like a printer cartridge / toner

“Why can’t it put black stuff on the page?  What’s so hard about that?  That’s its whole job!  Other printers can do that just fine!” “Shh, you’ll give it a complex,” Ming said. “It’s in the other room,” I said.  “It can’t hear me.” “It has wi-fi,” Ming said. “I’m not digital,” I said.  “I’m… Read More »

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cat life, cairns, Never Knew You From the Sun

Wally / Wiley likes to drink from the hose as it drips for a minute after Ming waters the door garden. There’s a pot that doesn’t drain well, and Wally / Wiley likes to drink from that also. Catastrophe likes to drink from the wet sidewalk. This morning we went to Red Rock.  I needed… Read More »

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me

I thought my storage space with google was sort of endless, but I guess I’m out.  I’m deleting thousands of emails, but I think photos are probably the problem.  My settings can be confusing–I had an iphone, but now I have an android that uses google photos, which I hate. “What computer person decided photos… Read More »

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the loss of a friend

There was a death in our community.  The lady who was here a week and a half ago, asking for a place to stay.  Her life was spiraling, and I’m sorry.  It’s disturbing she was here so recently, hugging me, holding my hand, saying she loved me.  You know I usually like all that.  But… Read More »

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August and everything after

My friend had a birthday–we went to pupusas.  It was fun to celebrate. Here’s a pic Ming took of our first okra and a small mantis you can see at the base of the okra.  It looks kinda blue, doesn’t it. Here’s a larger mantis on the tree collard. Here’s the Las Vegas Radical Mental… Read More »

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cartoon caveman Ming and the fishbone comb

We were kitchen dancing to the B-52s.  “You look like a caveman!” I told Ming.  “Your forehead is oily, and you need to comb your hair…”  He rubbed his forehead with his wrist.  “Is it gone?” he asked. “Yeah, much better,” I said. “Glad my forehead is gone!” he said. “Yeah, now you have a… Read More »