dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Sunday, June 26, 2016

car wash

We're getting our car washed and the tv is killing me.  Election news, smarmy doctors, offensive commercials.

I'm amazed by how thorough they're being. They've been cleaning the inside of the car for half an hour.

Today we have a goddess temple board meeting and a time bank orientation. Also a hitchhiking friend is stuck in Kingman and we might go get him, but he's not answering his phone. 

A worker asked Ming what tribe he's from. "I'm Chinese," Ming said. The longer his hair, the more he gets asked.


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