the day after the service

We're at my favy cafe and Halloween music is playing.  We went to the pier and took pictures of each other.  Then we went apple tasting and took pictures of one another.  I'll post some.

I want to write letters.  I want to go to the bead store.  It feels good to want things.  I'm grateful for desire.  To be alive is to want things?  To want things is to be alive?  Not really but it feels that way today.

The service was difficult.  I sat there holding onto my tea bottle and Dad's hat.  I talked to a few relatives and hugged some people.  I saw my cousin's baby.  Aunt Joan was there.  I never thought I'd see her again.

Ming's studying this pharmacology flashcard book.  He's weird.  I mean eccentric.