- My friend Jeff has joined the communion of saints. That is fancy Episcopal talk for “that bastard of a beast cancer roughed him, and he fought as hard as he could, but he died.” He was a fun and good friend. So many things have been said about him lately, I really don’t even know what to say anymore, except I don’t like thinking about him not being in the world.
- This event, which I was privileged to witness, has thrown the fragile balance that was school into a bit of a flurry, what with missing a couple days, and then the vacant staring. I also just wonder, and maybe I’d be wondering this anyway, even if Jeff was still here, if I am doing any good, or if it is all just a charade, and all the students will remember someday is some vague fact that doesn’t really matter. I mean, “infill and smart growth?” Really? How important is that? I find it interesting, but do they really care and are they paying attention?
- I feel very lucky to be in the communities I am in. My crazy school with the children, who make you breakfast to make up for their behavior at a dance .(The “Apology Brunch” I heard one kid call it.) My Church, where we eat food, and love Jesus. Paul who wakes me from where I have fallen asleep on the couch, coat still on after returning from vestry, and sends me up to bed. My friends who understand pretty much everything. My family, who I hope know that I love them, even when I don’t write.
- I have a great life. I know that. Still feel bad though. I guess that is ok.
- Ali says life has been standing still and that is an apt description, even in the bustle. Standing still. Waiting for a bus, a flower, a rain, a spark, a reason. Something to get things moving again.