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•She/her/dude •B/g pic: mountains & marina. Trees & buildings between. •I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.-Pablo Neruda (Profile pic) •In hospice Stage IV cancer. Likely to come off as parasocial. More like a dog at dog park. W/o sniffing.
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"The past, were I to type it up, would look like a disaster, but regardless of how it ended we all had many good days."--Tom Lake/Ann Patchett.
Had to stop to check to see if I had actually replied to anything or just typed out replies, thought, "Fuck it," & deleted them all.

Guess one survived. Might as well say "Fuck it," & delete that one, too.
I have never heard/thought of using limoncello this way! Nice tip!
Between this & Fantasy Island, I don't know which one I wanted to be on, more, as a child. Not the TV shows, but like, to be there.
Jack Jones - The Love Boat Theme 1977 (reloaded)
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That is a big sit down & buckle up! Haha. Lovely, though. 🤩
You ARE here for me, much more so than some who are much closer (and I have already explained I understand why they may not be).

I am happy for you, though you may not be *exactly* where you want to be, that things are looking more up than down, & important memories formed there.

Thank you. I❤️U!
I love the jacket & if you tell me that scarf is another old one, you may find me in your closet the next time you open it.

Good doggy.
Husband, last night, laughed in his sleep. He does it frequently. I love it. I imagine it is quite different in your case.
Things you only do after you are married & the hierarchy has been established as "Wife gets the muffin top. Hush."
Along the lines of Al Pastor, the cinnamon? I see it.
One Love ...

& how much I dig both a good cardamom chai & shea butter! (Not in the same container, ofc.)
flags at one another, yet, still, the battlefield around us mined, and we must watch carefully where we have forgotten munitions buried.

As this is getting long, I leave you with a poem I found by Rebecca Solnit while searching old memories. It talks of mothers, but anyone who cares for another...
and happy I am that their lives have turned out for them the way they have.

Where bonds are already broken, I take the blame for my many rash actions & poor behavior.

In some letters, both, as I was laughing last night with dear husband that after 20 years we are like two old soldiers waving white
I have been lucky, though, and the letters I write are an acknowledgment of that, the love & friendship I have received & been able to reciprocate, not always well, on my end. The goodbyes I say indicate as much as well as the times I may not have listened to the very best advice given, & how proud
We don't all get the luxury of knowing the time approaches. I am lucky. Others in my life, perhaps not so lucky, as I, never having been one to live any part of my life other than fully experienced & felt, am feeling all parts of this, & they may wish I to ignore its happening a bit more.
half an hour on the porch after a weekend visit, after they had already said goodbye in the house, you understand. Some goodbyes take longer than others & are said repeatedly, the severing of connections not so easy.

For others, the threads already tenuous, take but a moment. A quick wave & smile.
More letters today. My hand protests, no longer used to the work. Family arrives tomorrow & more goodbying.

Thinking this morning of the way we love & how we love, the ways we show our love, & how we say our goodbyes.

For anyone who sat in the car watching a mother say goodbye to her mother for
I was considering all historical precedents & security concerns. I had to do some searching, that it was the Capitol building & not the WH, used during the Civil War, as a temporary hospital. I can see a food bank storage, with the actual dispersion off-site, though. Many good thoughts. More?
Middle of the night thought: aa a future Democratic President, likely not to receive the actual permissions nor funding necessary to restore nor remodel the "ballroom," if completed, how would you utilize the space to make it a useful space, (the way we turn spare rooms into sewing rooms, sometimes)
Oh! Poor kitty! What shame. 😆

Yes. So glad you are following him here, now.
A budding David Zinn. Chalk artist. If you don't follow him here, he is incredible. A schoolmate of mine from high school knew him in Ann Arbor & that is how I "discovered" him.
Also, very possibly a big-horned 🐑. My first thought, on the back one. But I thought their horns curled ?