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opening the annual package in which the tags read "love, grandma"rather than "grandma and grandpa" for the first time in my life. *sniff* |
last night i returned from a visit to my birthplace, coming here-home on the 15th anniversary of my arrival here. kissing california earth. |
introducing myself to my rowmates after being told our plane is now 30th in line for takeoff. |
sipping hot cocoa and watching fat snowflakes at the syracuse airport. |
finally seeing, as we age and our bones rise through our faces, how much I look like my father, his sister, and grandma. |
at quaker steak and lube with sis waiting to surprise dad. i repeat: quaker steak and lube. |
had a heartfelt conversation with a stranger and ran into someone from high school before i even got out of the airport restroom. |
landing at dawn in the far shore. go to bed, beloved! |
reading the weather for the place i grew up and return tonite for dad's surprise 70th. it won't break freezing the whole visit. dear god. |
eating al fresco in a tank top in december and mentally packing for tonite's flight to the freezing lands. |
thankful for your kind travel suggestions but already halfway there. |
realizing that the trip to mill valley by bus for doctor will take 6 hours and trying to decide that is relaxing. |
slipping into furry earmuffs and sheepskin boots and heading off into the tender fog of the winter morning. |
the illusion of separation is a uniquely human suffering which is best conquered by love. the world doesn't have this problem. it just is. |
more mary: I don't understand this word analyze so well. |
mary oliver: when I walked in the woods a lot every day, I used to hide pencils in the trees. |
@jameshome, pulling out his phone to use the dictionary: "it's really the end of wondering." |
hitting page 267 in anathem, feeling like i am getting the groove now, and starting over for better absorption. |
oh i think i will see twilight thousands of times. |
swooning over the memory of seeing oona earlier, whose pronunciation of my name has now evolved from key-tea to twisty. |
