First Puppy Day. I love this pic a lot. It's representative of so much. Of who the 3 of us are, me, my daughter Jenny, her daughter Alyssis is/are. I was wanting to say a lot. But it's late now and i'm out of steam. Alyssia had an appointment at the VA in Sacramento at 3:oo. She would have been back by 6. There were 2 crashes on the freeway. It was 8 when she made it back. Emrie and i had gone through an issue of National Geographic almost 5 times. I would have gone through a few issues, but Emrie likes to repeat pages. To see again. It was heroic, her patience about wanting her mother. When it got dark. Especially then. At one point she had me put on her shoes and she did the kissing goodbye, hand to mouth and away, hand to mouth and away, standing by the door. But there was no mother. a couple times she murmered MaMa but then went on, back to the same pics of the National Geographic, back to her turtle toy, the building blocks and she kept it together until the headlights appeared outside. Mama. Julian had slept. He's 9.
i read a lot more today about the people who are working with their newfound homelessness from the Fire. About animals that are still showing up. almost a month later. How that's slow in any kind momentary resolve. Stuff goes. Slow. Slower than snails.
We go. How best we can, with the circumstances we have. We are brilliant and heroic. We live such complex lives with such Grace and determination.
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