it arrived!   Beauty Full.   a work of art.   a work of      Love.    Everything about it….its  size,  its  format,  its  cover that looks and feels like a table cloth from the past….when those things mattered.   She loves.   She loves what she is writing about,  what she wants to tell us,  what she wants…

we'll play it by ear.       got there  by 8.   Was called to pick her up 1:45  .  This is about it.  it's   7 something.   I had to lift her out of the vehicle.  NO jumping of any kind.  Help her get in the one step inside here.    Her pile of stuff is…

not about the surgery,  but about how we work it days following.   Her need to be   uhhhh, subdued.   Not anything she might ever imagine happening….what about her tennis ball?????????   Why won't I throw it?????????     There are at least several days ahead tho of 100%  rain…. when she'd be stuck inside anyway.   We'll do the…

this little pad.  She called it a tablet.  Looking for the instructions of the space heater…there it was…bottom back of the drawer.  I haven't seen it since New Mex.    Thought for sure it'd gotten lost in the shuffle.     was my grandmother's.   My father,  grand father and a man named Mr. Curtis built the…

why?   what does this mean to me?   'Why,  have I come back over and over to sit and look at it….        What might be the concerns of these women?     I'n sure they have them

  Year 7 here in California.   How it is for me.:   have not shifted to Rain Season.  I wake,  way too early.  it's still dark.  and these days are upon us.   out there…I mean….in the "world".  Often it's raining.  cold.  and it's way too early and as I have all my life, I  bring into…

very old.  heavy.  warm.   as in,  W a r m.    Big Pink.   it somehow seems like years ago since she's been "out".  though I know it would have been last year.   and yes.  She was where i'd imagined her to be…the very bottom of that far bin in the bathroom closet.   Bed is made…

Day was odd.   Rain off and on which means there was no rain off and on but the day was gray ,  the sky hung low. SO many feelings and none of  them going so far as to become thoughts,      and on    until I read Nancy's post today in Pomegranate Trail.   OH…., …