Dearest Elizabeth. The moon is rising full and round and salmon colored over my wee forest. Another troll, this one made of wood, presides over the waters of Puget Sound in Lincoln Park. They are very large and beautiful, covered with wooden shingles, of course.
I took my baby cats to be vaccinated but ran away after seeing the line, full of barking dogs in the cold morning, a two hour wait, I panicked. My boys who are 13 weeks old who kiss me on the mouth and lie around me purring in the morning. I tell them I love them all the time. They ruin plants and knock things over and barf under the bed but I love them terribly.
All of this to say that Sophie has small seizures and the weird text messages will continue to come and I may have delivered my very last baby last week. Wasn't it Ken Kesey who said, "We're all bozos on this bus?" Love you always.
I somehow missed the news of that face on Jupiter -- chalk it up to the Covid fog, which is somewhat of a strange blessing in this terribly sad and sadly terrible times. I've taken to my bed with only English detectives for company. Isn't it miraculous that they are able to solve nearly everything in the short span of an hour? Tons of love to you and to dear Sophie.
The Chat CPT response you got was probably the most profound thing I've heard from AI. Ponder-worthy for sure.
My GP and I talked about the New Yorker for awhile during my last appointment. Why don't all doctors do this? Hahahahahaha!
Oh god. You are so right about that new house speaker. Could they have done any worse? Just when I think I couldn't be more terrified and outraged, I discover that my terror and outrage are a bottomless pit.
Your third paragraph says everything for me. Bottom line- there are no "what abouts."
Sophie. When I think of her sometimes I envision a glittering jewel, a gem, a holy woman hidden in plain sight with you as her protector, her life-giver/life-sustainer there, always there, fierce and brilliant and yes, ready to walk into a bullet if you had to.
This. Post! Fucking yeah! It is EVERYTHING I have been thinking about but haven’t managed to put words together to say so thank you for saying it so piercingly true and I feel less crazy now because you are seeing this weirdness and tragedy too. And the new speaker. Dear god. What a delusional messianic complex he has and yet mass murder is A-ok with him. Pro life much? Oh don’t get me started on him. Or on the freedom to say what we want that isn’t really freedom at all, oh Elizabeth, you captured it all. Sophie not seizing much. That is a bit of good news. I will hold on to that. And the fact that there is you.
When you rolled into my inbox I dropped everything to read you. You illuminate me as always love,
Rebecca
Dearest Elizabeth. The moon is rising full and round and salmon colored over my wee forest. Another troll, this one made of wood, presides over the waters of Puget Sound in Lincoln Park. They are very large and beautiful, covered with wooden shingles, of course.
I took my baby cats to be vaccinated but ran away after seeing the line, full of barking dogs in the cold morning, a two hour wait, I panicked. My boys who are 13 weeks old who kiss me on the mouth and lie around me purring in the morning. I tell them I love them all the time. They ruin plants and knock things over and barf under the bed but I love them terribly.
All of this to say that Sophie has small seizures and the weird text messages will continue to come and I may have delivered my very last baby last week. Wasn't it Ken Kesey who said, "We're all bozos on this bus?" Love you always.
B
I somehow missed the news of that face on Jupiter -- chalk it up to the Covid fog, which is somewhat of a strange blessing in this terribly sad and sadly terrible times. I've taken to my bed with only English detectives for company. Isn't it miraculous that they are able to solve nearly everything in the short span of an hour? Tons of love to you and to dear Sophie.
"Despite the challenging circumstances." :/
The Chat CPT response you got was probably the most profound thing I've heard from AI. Ponder-worthy for sure.
My GP and I talked about the New Yorker for awhile during my last appointment. Why don't all doctors do this? Hahahahahaha!
Oh god. You are so right about that new house speaker. Could they have done any worse? Just when I think I couldn't be more terrified and outraged, I discover that my terror and outrage are a bottomless pit.
Your third paragraph says everything for me. Bottom line- there are no "what abouts."
Sophie. When I think of her sometimes I envision a glittering jewel, a gem, a holy woman hidden in plain sight with you as her protector, her life-giver/life-sustainer there, always there, fierce and brilliant and yes, ready to walk into a bullet if you had to.
This. Post! Fucking yeah! It is EVERYTHING I have been thinking about but haven’t managed to put words together to say so thank you for saying it so piercingly true and I feel less crazy now because you are seeing this weirdness and tragedy too. And the new speaker. Dear god. What a delusional messianic complex he has and yet mass murder is A-ok with him. Pro life much? Oh don’t get me started on him. Or on the freedom to say what we want that isn’t really freedom at all, oh Elizabeth, you captured it all. Sophie not seizing much. That is a bit of good news. I will hold on to that. And the fact that there is you.
The beach library. So weirdly, gorgeously, randomly profound.
Ok. I have NEVER been “woohoo’ed” by Rob’s medical supply company. And I think I should be! Is this a California thing?