Yes our little community: Florentine, Ann and I with Carol staying overnight too. I’m outside. Have an appointment with Dr. Chow to discuss DATscan.There’s Michelle across the street. Don’t have my glasses…and everything’s quite all right anyways. Quite all right just as it is.
OK. Afraid I left my San Francisco jacket somewhere. And if I did, I release it with fond farewell for all the innumerable sunrises we’ve seen together. Bought it in San Francisco on a trip with Jess. May come back to me yet. Be open to life as it is. Hearing a slur creep into my speech. Let it go. Speak with the breath, whatever that means. Oh my, seeing a litany of health concerns. Hearing dogs bark. One sounds like our own ‘Lil Bein’.
My roommates had a heated discussion last night following an even-more-heated discussion the other day about making noise? Not really. About doing it MY way? More like it. I see that in communal living, we have to do it somebody’s way and that way rankles at some point.
Whatever you do more than I do is too much…whatever you do less than I do is not enough.
InnerVision by Peggy Zimmerman: Sometimes I wake up cranky, not happy about this or that. There’s a reason or there’s not….Wanting to read that aloud to Ann… so what am I trying to fix and in WHOM? Oh my, it’s suddenly intensely humid. Taking off my jacket – so I may leave it behind? Along with some smug know-it-all-ness? And yes, this too is quite all right. It’s a quite all right day.
