Neverending dust. The carpet is outside, I am beating it with the broom. Ash, hair, & non-specific dust poofing out. Whack it again. Emily and I roll it up, carry it back inside. Unroll it, the sunshine shows particles. Filthy again. Lame rug.
- A perfect fence. The shadows and the light,
making heavenly shapes.
Cosmo, the moody, fiddle playing Water Street transient,
shouted at me today. He said, "Do you want to see a cool picture?" Sure,
sure.
He waggled a photo of himself straddling the moat at the Haller Fountain, placing
pink rhododendron
blossoms at the feet of Galletea. He said something about the mastery
of archery and flower arranging, and said that the photo was documentation of
him, masterfully arranging flowers.
The computer here at the house is running on canned green
beans. The power cable is acting funny, but if you push down the connection
point, then weight it with a can of green beans, it works. ...Tonight's post
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cut green beans.
So, we need to clear the grass, and shake the sod, make beds, plant crops, and construct a tall, tall fence. Not necessarily in that order.
Liam, River, and Adam K.
Things change. They really do. I went over to my mom's house today to drop off some leftover pasta for her. (One container of sauce, and one container of noodles.) While I was there, I looked through some old photos that were on the computer. I was using her computer to upload photos onto for a spell. The images are mostly from the last few years.... My old job at the cheese factory, the ex-boyfriend, a now deceased cat, photos from my dad's memorial, some shots from Seattle. It all got to me. So I walked back out into the ACTUAL day, and took some MORE PHOTOS at the abandoned San Juan Grocery. Then I came home and had some of that SAME pasta and sauce, uploaded the new images onto OUR computer, and messed around with this one on the Paint program. Scratchy. 
