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bird lady

I tried to thread a needle to sew a patch on my sweatshirt jacket.  I couldn’t thread the needle–I couldn’t see the eye.  I’m getting old.  I couldn’t find a threading thing. I had some safety pins, so I used those.  I told Ming the fantasy of one of the pins being a diaper pin […]

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great gravy, commodity memories, multiple pie-age

I made some mashed potatoes and gravy for dinner, with Ming’s help.  It was so delicious.  I had some leftover veg sausage from breakfast and cut it up and put it in the gravy–great idea. I don’t keep flour on hand lately, so I found this recipe that uses white beans to thicken the gravy, […]

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singing in German, some leter I don’t know what it means, the blueberry part of life, raisins

Well, I had a revelation.  I got really excited and yelled to Ming, but he didn’t hear me.  So I got out of bed and told him, “I had the best idea I’ve had in the long time.” I was singing in the morning, and it felt good.  I recorded that Durga song, and it […]

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Hymn to Mother Durga

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paste hat

I told Ming I had a fear I would copy some text and then I’d get distracted before I could paste it.  So then I would forget and copy and paste other things and lose that chunk of text forever. That’s pretty high on my ridiculous fears list.  Ming said he has the same fear.  […]

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whiskey music

Not enough sleep for weeks is getting to me.  I’ve been here before–the point where my memory is going.  My spirits are ok, but it’s hard to hold onto a thought.  I’m kind of dizzy.  I get more dream-bits than usual while I’m awake.  Cooking seems difficult like it’s easier not to eat. There’s some […]

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the suspense is killing me–I hope it lasts

My friend brought dumpstered flowers to the radical mental health collective meeting.  Another friend took this picture of me as I was on the little stage, giving my preface to getting it off my chest. Yesterday we went to pupusas with G.  We talked about a flag, living in community, pain.  I told a story […]

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new night

“I have muscle soreness,” Ming told me. “Is that a narcolepsy thing?” I asked.  “Cata-something?  Neuroplexy…?  Cataplexy!” “Yeah, cataplexy.  When the cats..” “When the cats have their own apartment complex.  What do you call it when the two houses are stuck together?” “Duplex,” Ming said. “I thought those were blocks.  Plastic blocks for kids who […]

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Jerry Zawada

Thinking about my friend Jerry.  He was so sweet.  I liked his hugs, his way of giggling about civil disobedience, his total concern for me and everyone.  I gave him the prayer zine I made a few years ago: I knew how to sing but not how to pray.  He asked me after he read […]

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Frank Sinatra-Catastrophe

Someone came to stay with us who came here before.  Maybe he’ll move here.  I’m excited because he has a lot of energy and seems full of life and good attitudes.  And he’s young and fluent in Spanish.  He speaks French and Italian too. He snapped this picture of the cat formerly known as Catastrophe.  […]