Dangerous Compassions

moss car

Hello, reader.  How are you?  I wanted to show you this moss car.

moss car

What do you think happened to this car?  I think it spent some time in a bog.  There are stories I can come up with.

I saw the moss car in a rural area of Oregon.  I don’t want to be conceited or prejudiced against rural people.  But honestly, I feel this car was much more possible to see in a rural area.  In the city I don’t see cars that look like this.

There was a chill black dog resting in the backseat that cannot be seen in this pic.

hail no

When I was a kid on the central coat of California, I saw hail about once a year, if that.  Seeing hail here in Oregon is almost daily.  Wow, what a winter.  And it’s spring now–holy crap.

Monday I was cooking house dinner, alone in the kitchen.  I heard a knocking on the house.  Hmm, who is knocking.

Then I saw through the window some copious hail pelting the earth, the bushes, the windows.  I was like–geeze, again?  Ming was out in it, so I felt slightly worried.  It was more hail than usual.  It accumulated white, like snow on the ground.  Bouncy bouncy bouncy, knock pop knock peep peep eep.  Hella hail.

Then it stopped and was melting.  Ming came home ok.  I was like–weather, you’ve had too much winter time.  Do you really need to keep wintering like this?  Seriously?


“I’m talking shit about hail,” I told Ming.

“Hmm,” he said.

“What do you think of hail?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said.  “Why are you talking shit about hail?”

“What do you want me to talk about?” I asked, kvetching.

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked back.

“I was writing about the moss car.  Seemed like hail went along with that,” I said.


Ming went to buy some seder foods for our passover seder, and I begged him for chocolate.  Craving sugar intensely, no longer able to say no, I pleaded then phoned him while he was at the store to make sure he didn’t forget.

I cannot have milk chocolate or dark chocolate because the caffeine or some stimulant chemical messes me up.  You know I run anxious.  But white chocolate is fine.

So he got me some white chocolate peanut butter cups I love and a vegan white chocolate bar.  I’m going to get printed three different haggadot and cut and paste them into one custom haggadah.  Wish me luck.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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