made Sopaipillas. Every single one of them puffed.
they are little pockets. You put what ever you have inside. I'd made beans yesterday.
who would have guessed????? A Kite. She's flying a Kite! ????? !!!!!
and continuing the thought of yesterday, i think it was yesterday, about how it is to come to live Inside Your Own Life. and i think, what does that mean?, it means living INSIDE your own life, not fragmented...not partly in your own life and partly in the life outside your life. Going back and forth, that constant shift. We need to do that to "make a living". To be able to get a Place on the Planet, get what we need. But then...there comes the day when we've gotten all we need, really,
I'd like to go back to Rosalie Sorrals words...about her mother, getting her first Social Security check. I'll need to rummage through all the packed books, the banker's boxes to find that. Maybe i will, maybe i won't. But i think of it. What Social Security brings...often the most bare minimum, but enough to make beans and sopas. To have days that belong to you, days you belong to. Things that i would have "put off", just because there was no will, things i would put off, i now find come with an easy motion. Change the Goat water AGAIN, take the empty dog food bag out the gate to the car and fill it with half the 50 lb bag of food, haul it in. Go to Mike and Thelma's to get their 2 bags of newspapers for fire starter. Make Sopas. Beans. Give Water and Look at Stars.
So much, we Take for Granted.
