3:26
up to change because after an entire day of no communication, a truncated hand gesture, hmm mmm, and the spoken word no guided me to see what she needed.
around 11 she’d opened her eyes, looked at us, saw us.
now this.
my own eyes rasped in their sockets.
some divine intervention then moved me, after washing hands, tucking back up, to the little pad of paper, to enumerate enough of what needs to be done in today’s meetings because these two involve my stud eye . no, fuck you autocorrect, involve my students. students. so when I’m even more bone weary, but glad to see them, we might have a frame of what to do.
it is requiring the efforts, energy, care of a village. I am grateful in no small measure to the one just here.
penultimate purchase; one of three pieces of clothing bought for nine dollars at the annual wheeler sale. the last thing I bought was some frozen yogurt.
but I ate it and it’s gone.
there was a big plant here, an arrow plant, I think, that he’d rescued. it had grown, thrived.
I brought it inside from under the window in the back hall when the cold came and it withered and died.
a friend took it away because it hurt me so to see it
maybe she’s rescued it too, and is waiting to surprise me, but I have my doubts
