Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Eighty-Nine
A deep stretch.
Need new shoes.
I am a little bit shocked. But also not. Still, it’s disappointing, even though, in the end, it will be what’s best. I think back to the concern they expressed about stability—a concern I didn’t directly address but one that has stuck with me.
What a weird week indeed.
Maybe it’s better that it doesn’t work out.
Can I find the right words?
Where is the sun?
I forgot to eat lunch so I pop wint-o-green lifesavers instead. My mouth tastes like an old woman’s purse.
“I believe in you.”
It’s been a long time since all of us were at the dinner table. I start laughing before I get to the punch line of the joke. “I’m reading a book on antigravity. I can’t put it down.” “I’m not having kids.” “Your aunt can do whatever she wants. I’ll just be the rich aunt to their kids.” “I really hope the girls don’t crash out on the court tomorrow at Kelseyville.” “Zesty.” In the mock adult project he’s working on, he’s a professionally athlete making the median $193,000 and living in Dallas with no roommates, though he and his friend bought matching Teslas.
The little things that are the big things.
