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so, here tonight, the cursor will not begin at the left, as is normal, but on the right. So as i type this, the words are appearing going from right to left. Backwards. The temptation is to just shut it down and walk away. Quit.
But i want the moment above to Be Here. Still. As it was when Minnow Puppy and i walked over to this small clearing in the Forest today. It's the Old Cowboy's mother's aluminum lawn rocker from New Mex….and before that, their family ranch in Colorado. Her name was Flossie. She was very frugal. didn't ever buy much, but did buy this from the Sears Catalog.
on it is the shoe box with the Old Cowboy's teeth, dentures, eyeglasses and slippers. a checkbook. He liked using the word Critical. Stuff was referred to as Critical. There's not a lot i really want to say about all this except for i sat there a long time in the sunlit cool September morning, watching that slideshow in my mind thinking about how things don't turn out how we imagine they will sometimes. They did for him. He lived a long life, well into his 80's. He died at home. Which toward the end was all he wanted….was Critical. We did it. I had given him my word. I looked in the archives. it was 9/29/2015. No wonder. so…we will go everyday now, till that date this year, Friday, spend a little time.
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