the other place…the stenographer's pad or a facsimile, and an average day is maybe 3 pages. the writing becomes larger and less orderly, arrows increase. and i rarely go back unless looking for a specific thing and then, ordinarily give up trying to find it.
What if it is there all along and i missed it? Keep Missing it…IT. ? i go from this.
in the Other Real, Emrie returned to school today after having missed the first full week of kindergarten because of Covid. She didn't want to go back. But….they brought ice today afterward and she said it was a GOOD day and wearing her mask, gave a full if muffled report on it all, only half i could understand but she was satisfied. Satisfied with kindergarten. Stuff was just OK. I asked if they sing , if she sings there and she said… Only in my head. I'd asked Alyssia to tell Ms Johnson that i would like to offer additional materials that she might have on a wish list. Any thing. i'd like to provide what i am able. Ms. Johnson's response was….she would really appreciate 28 paper bags. grocery bags. They are going to make books.
Jenny's man was here this morning, down at campsite A by the big Gate. His old dog Jesse has large tumors and increasingly didn't know how to get to the door to go Out. A leg stopped working last week. He is 15. The first vet we had came. The one who didn't know how to work her ultrasound to diagnose pregnancy, but did a gentle and efficient Putting Down of Cinderella and then Just Going. She has changed her vet practice to only Palliative Care. a death doula. and she is Good. I'd asked him yesterday if he would like company for this and he said no. He came and dug the grave out in that meadow that will be near where he and Jenny want to build a house. I think tonight how Jessie is there. on his first night in his different form.
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