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the suspense is killing me– I hope it lasts

Today we made a delivery of flowers to the halfway house nearby. It was something I’d thought up and planned out, collecting jars for the vases–a pasta sauce jar, an olive jar, and two little yogurt jars. It went very well. I kept a few flowers for myself. There’s a lily I think will bloom… Read More »

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dosing myself with gratitude

I enjoy revisioning malt-o-meal as pudding, so I can eat it any time of day. My radish microgreens grew thick and faster than expected! 3. Ming ziptied the basket to my trike yesterday, so now it’ll be easier to transport an energy shot for him. (I had been carrying it in a little crocheted bag,… Read More »

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happy inter-dependence day from a fat badass

“Who the hell sets off fireworks at 5:20 in the morning?” I asked. “Seems an awkward time.” I was making potatoes. I washed the organic potatoes Ming bought for me, diced them with the big knife on the white plastic cutting board, plopped them into the wok with olive oil, the heat on as high… Read More »