Google has gone and done it now.

Made the Dishwasher’s Blog disappear just like that. No warning, no explanations, no

sympathy card. Nothing.

Fracking Bastard People!

Made me go ahead and export and import here where I’m still feeling my way around.

 After I got all the pictures I could of the doll house, I dismantled it

and it’s ready for its place in the attic. I’ve tucked all my most used tools into the linen

closet. I’ve pared down to the bone and though it was hard, really hard, I’m glad of it.

It needed to be done.

My Mom and cousins are coming at the end of the week. We’ll spend Thanksgiving

here cooking, eating and drinking.

Maybe baby James will arrive and we can add diaper changing, cooing and smiling like

crazy fools to the list.

That would be splendid.

I’m leaving my mom’s house today. my throat feels like it’s in a vise.
I didn’t do well. I didn’t do all that I could have. I did poorly.

there goes the one my mom calls Charles atlas. he rides his mobility scooter shirtless
to walk his little dog several times a day.

there goes the monk, clearing his throat before starting his morning chants.

things get passed me even though I think I am so vigilant. I’m watching but not always paying attention.
or my attention is weak. it’s the middle of the night in Ca. that’s my excuse for this stupid rambling.

I’m going to see my madrina this morning before I leave, she’s a loving caretaker of my soul but she says harsh things.
there may be tears.
there will be so many tears.

I’m leaving my mom’s house today. my throat feels like it’s in a vise.
I didn’t do well. I didn’t do all that I could have. I did poorly.

there goes the one my mom calls Charles atlas. he rides his mobility scooter shirtless
to walk his little dog several times a day.

there goes the monk, clearing his throat before starting his morning chants.

things get passed me even though I think I am so vigilant. I’m watching but not always paying attention.
or my attention is weak. it’s the middle of the night in Ca. that’s my excuse for this stupid rambling.

I’m going to see my madrina this morning before I leave, she’s a loving caretaker of my soul but she says harsh things.
there may be tears.
there will be so many tears.

I’m leaving my mom’s house today. my throat feels like it’s in a vise.
I didn’t do well. I didn’t do all that I could have. I did poorly.

there goes the one my mom calls Charles atlas. he rides his mobility scooter shirtless
to walk his little dog several times a day.

there goes the monk, clearing his throat before starting his morning chants.

things get passed me even though I think I am so vigilant. I’m watching but not always paying attention.
or my attention is weak. it’s the middle of the night in Ca. that’s my excuse for this stupid rambling.

I’m going to see my madrina this morning before I leave, she’s a loving caretaker of my soul but she says harsh things.
there may be tears.
there will be so many tears.

this is where we ate this evening after watching Contagion. a movie made especially for the monk, the king of disaster scenarios.

Romans Restaurant and Bakery. I don’t recommend it for it’s food but the ambiance was superb. we were the only people in there other than the waitress and the cook.

three signs I saw today…

a proud peacock is tomorrow’s feather duster.

*****************************************************

miss universe pageant wasn’t fair, only earth competed.

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thank god for our father’s our soldiers and our veterans.

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there was another one attributed to JFK I think.

something like…

forgive your enemies but remember their names.

now,
novellas but there’s so much drama going on with my own familia that
these stories seem boring by comparison.

there have been storms.
beautiful and fierce.
y’all know how to have storms here.

thanks for all the well wishes.
ms moon and ms bones, we walk the same land and breathe the same
thick and soupy air.
I am reading you but can’t comment.

ms bones I’m thinking you are going to have the best time in Atlanta.
I know you will.

at the Walmart the other day there was a nun standing in front of the plastic produce bags
so I lightly touched her shoulder and said excuse me sister. she turned and looked alarmed and
I apologized telling her I didn’t mean to startle her and she said

“i thought you were having a vision
and I wanted to get in on it”

she was so funny and dear and she made me laugh and held my hand in hers and It made me
so happy. it made up for sister Mary Margaret making me kneel on salt in second grade for talking.

maybe that’s why I am not a talkative person.

this is where we ate this evening after watching Contagion. a movie made especially for the monk, the king of disaster scenarios.

Romans Restaurant and Bakery. I don’t recommend it for it’s food but the ambiance was superb. we were the only people in there other than the waitress and the cook.

three signs I saw today…

a proud peacock is tomorrow’s feather duster.

*****************************************************

miss universe pageant wasn’t fair, only earth competed.

****************************************************

thank god for our father’s our soldiers and our veterans.

****************************************************************

there was another one attributed to JFK I think.

something like…

forgive your enemies but remember their names.

now,
novellas but there’s so much drama going on with my own familia that
these stories seem boring by comparison.

there have been storms.
beautiful and fierce.
y’all know how to have storms here.

thanks for all the well wishes.
ms moon and ms bones, we walk the same land and breathe the same
thick and soupy air.
I am reading you but can’t comment.

ms bones I’m thinking you are going to have the best time in Atlanta.
I know you will.

at the Walmart the other day there was a nun standing in front of the plastic produce bags
so I lightly touched her shoulder and said excuse me sister. she turned and looked alarmed and
I apologized telling her I didn’t mean to startle her and she said

“i thought you were having a vision
and I wanted to get in on it”

she was so funny and dear and she made me laugh and held my hand in hers and It made me
so happy. it made up for sister Mary Margaret making me kneel on salt in second grade for talking.

maybe that’s why I am not a talkative person.

this is where we ate this evening after watching Contagion. a movie made especially for the monk, the king of disaster scenarios.

Romans Restaurant and Bakery. I don’t recommend it for it’s food but the ambiance was superb. we were the only people in there other than the waitress and the cook.

three signs I saw today…

a proud peacock is tomorrow’s feather duster.

*****************************************************

miss universe pageant wasn’t fair, only earth competed.

****************************************************

thank god for our father’s our soldiers and our veterans.

****************************************************************

there was another one attributed to JFK I think.

something like…

forgive your enemies but remember their names.

now,
novellas but there’s so much drama going on with my own familia that
these stories seem boring by comparison.

there have been storms.
beautiful and fierce.
y’all know how to have storms here.

thanks for all the well wishes.
ms moon and ms bones, we walk the same land and breathe the same
thick and soupy air.
I am reading you but can’t comment.

ms bones I’m thinking you are going to have the best time in Atlanta.
I know you will.

at the Walmart the other day there was a nun standing in front of the plastic produce bags
so I lightly touched her shoulder and said excuse me sister. she turned and looked alarmed and
I apologized telling her I didn’t mean to startle her and she said

“i thought you were having a vision
and I wanted to get in on it”

she was so funny and dear and she made me laugh and held my hand in hers and It made me
so happy. it made up for sister Mary Margaret making me kneel on salt in second grade for talking.

maybe that’s why I am not a talkative person.