dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Friday, October 21, 2016


It's me again.  Whole lotta sad going on around here.  We delivered Dad's clothes to the Guadalupe Catholic Worker.  It was not as much clothes as I thought it would be.  I thought it would fill the whole car.

Today we're going to run some errands like get me off my parents' family plan for the cell phone.  And I'm going to start using Dad's old cell phone.  I want to go the bookstore too.

I'm cycling through stages of grief.  This morning Ming and I walked at the park.  Some trees had been cut down and the wood smelled good.  An oak had dropped tons of acorns in a parking lot.  We walked over them, crunching them.


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