introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ponderings twenty seven days til the crisis - second of august, 2003 "i was only joking."~indigo girls two things. i think. number one: today my sort of annoyingly ditzy boss remarked, "i do things one way and i don't change." and all i can think is: "how f'n boring." and then i realized that, yes, in fact, she is. number two: people eat their grief. i guess i didn't realize it a few months ago when my great grandmother died but now that my real boss's father has died ( a man i never even met once ) i feel grief...i'm not sure exactly if its because i am thinking about what it would be like to lose my own father or maybe because i never really grieved for my grandmother because i didn't know how. but there was one thing that i did notice when my family member died: there was food. tons of food. and so i made up some manacotti with spinach and mushrooms to take to christine because i think that that was the thing that seemed to help most...people ate and talked and got to feeling better. but mostly they ate. and thats what i thought about the whole time i stuffed pasta. until. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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