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anger

Oh hey, I was filled with anger.  Ming came home from the Las Vegas Catholic Worker soup line serving this morning and told me the cops are shutting it down.  I feel really upset that the government wins. Homeless people are people.  The government exists for them!  How is feeding hungry people a crime? Well,… Read More »

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hollyhocks

Look at these pretty hollyhocks we saw in Kingman, Arizona.  On our way home from that long trip. I think they’re adorable.  I marvel at their old fashionedness.  Maybe we should grow hollyhocks. Hey, look at these sweet little white roses also.  These were at out hotel in Seligman, Arizona. Are they heartbreakingly tender, or… Read More »

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accident

Oh hey, something momentous happened.  I had this incident accident I never told you about.  Well, a few weeks ago, Ming and I were walking by the urban river, on the under-utilized bike trail.  Suddenly, I was slipping and fell.  It was a weird slow motion kind of thing. Unbeknownst to us, there was a… Read More »

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fairies

“Yeah, better than if you were leaning over the railing to see a sealion, and your glasses fell off, into the water.  Plop!  Then a sealion came up wearing your glasses.” I was giggling at this fantasy, as I told it.  “I’d be like–hey, cute sealion!  And then I would turn into a selkie, and… Read More »

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comrade

It was good to see my old comrade A Iwasa, in Tucson.  We went to the Hare Krishna temple and had delicious lunch at Govinda’s.  Ming and I were there before, years ago.  But all those Govinda’s-es can blend together in my head, a bit. Long ago, A Iwasa and Ming and I would go… Read More »

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loquat

“Has your loquat tree fruited yet?” I asked my friend.  These friends here in Tucson, I’ve always loved their garden. “No,” she said.  “Do you want to talk to it?” “Yeah,” I said.  Usually people don’t invite me to talk to their trees.  We went over to the loquat tree, and I touched a branch. … Read More »

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bread

“If I ever feel like life isn’t worth living, please feed me some of this bread,” I told Ming.  It was cheese garlic naan from Gandhi’s in Tucson.  Wow, amazing.  Better bread than I could have dreamed. Ming was turning left, driving us back to our airbnb.  “I guess it’s the bread of life.  Maybe… Read More »

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arcosanti gratitude

When I made a mistake and bashed my foot on a rock by the beautiful pool, only one of my toes was injured.  I could still walk, slowly, back to our room.  I didn’t fall on the weird path even though I was making poor choices.  I’d been out of drinking water for a while,… Read More »

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industrial

“I think this is beautiful, in an evil way.  Is that possible?” I asked Ming.  Yes, industrial, two billboards back to back. We were walking around this gas station, on a road trip.  It was hot, but my legs were telling me I sat too long in the car; I needed to move about. The… Read More »

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trains

I used to say I did not especially like trains.  Well, that was never true.  I’m thinking way back.  Waaaay back. Yes, I could not help feeling excited.  How the trains flowed like water.  The excitement of the ding ding ding–the way a train’s passing lasted a certain amount of time.  The colors of the… Read More »