Any moment, preparing this meal, we could be gas thirty thousand feet in the air soon to fall out poisonous on leaf, frond and fur. Everything in sight would cease.
And still we cook, putting a thousand cherished dreams on the table, to nourish and reassure those close and dear.
In this act of cooking, I bid farewell. Always I insisted you alone were to blame. This last instant my eyes open and I regard you with all the tenderness and forgiveness I withheld for so long.
you were oncall on your BIRTHDAY?? wtf!!?? ('scuse my letters) how's your no-longer-a-cpe-resident, looking-for-a-chaplain job world going these days??
Congrats on graduating!!!! I hope that you have a wonderful birthday-although I think it's lame that you have to be on-call on it! don't be a stranger:)
i have a buddha head just like that one on your page, above your friends list... and last night i was unplugging the dryer to plug in the washer and i fell to the ground from electric shock... 120 volts. my arms and head hurt.
Sitting Bull
