Up early. Even without the alarm, there’s some consistency in the range.

Speaking of alarms. Why are they even set? Maybe getting them alarm clocks was a bad idea.

Then I remember that I must make a grocery list and go grocery shopping. I take my beverages back to the bed and get under the covers. I want some new things and some things that feel familiar. But mostly new. I’m so tired of eating the same things over and over.

It feels really early for this kind of exchange. I don’t say much. I just stay quiet. It seems like that is the preferred way of being.

I move slowly through the aisles. I don’t worry about trying to hide the feeling from my face. I’m not so good at hiding emotions anyway.

I didn’t realize that Soledad was this funny.

I miss the ocean.

Bubbles necessary.

I can hear them talking through the door. She asks a question about every 90 seconds. I’m grateful for his patience.

Daughters and mothers and grandmothers. This story about the things we inherit, how we see what we want to see in order to experience a desired truth, how no one is experiencing the same moment in the same way. Anyway, this story and I think about her post about not having any living grandmothers and how I said I didn’t have any either. And isn’t it kind of absurd that both of mine died by the time I was 22. In theory they should have both been able to know their great grandchildren. I’m only 34 and have no grandparents. That seems so tragic. I’m glad my kids get to know at least one set of theirs so well. Rambling thought.