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Remember summer?
Something on the internet this evening gave me a flash of summer memory. The temperatures pleasantly in the 80s, the dappled sunlight through the backyard trees, sitting swaying in the hammock. I breathed it for a split second. This is what memory does. This is what is and is not the point of living. Living the moment means I have this memory to ( Read more... ) -
Two things
I had a dream where I was nearly drowning. A heavy chain around my neck, on the other end of which was a golden retriever puppy. We were in a pool, and a giant wave was coming towards us. The chain held me underwater even before the wave came. On the floor of the pool was my computer. I wanted to save myself, the puppy, and my computer. I felt ( Read more... ) -
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I was ready for the season to end. Counting down the Saturdays and then the days and then the tasks. Thinking this is the last of the carrots we'll harvest this year. This is the last of the daikons we'll harvest. This is the last time we'll drive to work together. And it was good. And we took down the greenhouses, cleaned up the space, got ( Read more... ) -
Thea's gone
and I miss that fuzzy rat on acid. Visiting Liz and Craig isn't the same without Thea there. Her curly fur that could be mohawked up on her back. Her insistence that you play the tennis ball game that SHE wanted to play, not the one you wanted to play. The jingle of her collar tags as she bounced onto the couch to look out the window and bark at ( Read more... ) -
A toast (If I were a best man, deedle deedle deedle deedle dee)
Mike is one of my oldest friends, and one of the most reliable. From the time I first met him, he's wanted to be married and to have a family of his own, and he's gone about building that dream bit by bit and piece by piece. The traditional road may not have suited him, and he has still arrived on this day with an amazing son of his own who is the ( Read more... ) -
It does and does not feel like a real illness
Today started out alright and has gotten progressively worse. What happened ( Read more... ) -
A day
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On the impossibility of rescuing anybody
There's a level on which I want to save you. To support you just enough that you don't struggle to keep your head out of the water. I want to reach my hands in through your diaphragm up to where your heartlight shines, and I want to cup that in my hands. Because doing that would save me. Touching the bluewhite of your energy. Holding ( Read more... ) -
On numbers, perception, and work
The scale at Early Morning is absolutely outrageous. Way bigger than anything I've ever imagined. It involves lots of math just for me to begin to comprehend the enormity of it all. The ninety feet of bed that the groundhog took out the other day was 270 potential heads of escarole (90 feet at one per foot with three rows per bed). We seeded 1250 ( Read more... ) -
In Memoriam
This is the story of how my hair got to be so long. It's also a story about how deeply people affect our lives ( Read more... )