Just Jenny came today. She and I. a Work Day. some chainsaw work but mostly digging. Shovel full by shovel full. Her. I sat near and we talked. about the War, about the involvement of the United States in conflicts over the years, about looming presidential possibilities, Roe v Wade, my abortions, her attempt at getting one, her menopause now, her father, brother, her job, what's next for this Hill, about Talkie, what to do, about her kids…Alyssia and Jeff and then their kids, gender and gender reassignments, how some things are with her and her man, food we like and food we want to try, to mention a few. None of it in any "heavy" way. Easy. Conversational. for some HOURS. While she dug. At one point i needed to come back up to the "house" and asked…can i bring you anything? and she said "the meaning of life. if you find it, put it in a baggie, so i can keep it for later".
yesterday i became enamored with the word Version. I googled. "a particular form of something differing in certain respects from an earlier form or other forms of the same type of thing." I think…how everything is Versions of one Lived Thing ?
i am so grateful for this day.
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