I remembered the smoked turkey we had in the meat locker from Easter and started fantasizing about eating a leg, just standing in the kitchen and taking it by hand.
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A question of degrees
Upstairs someone was either crying or laughing.
“Transmission”
The butcher’s knife slipped off the edge of an onion and into my fingertip and somehow just the idea of my blood on the cutting board seemed to freak everyone out, for fear I was infected.
“No one really about”
How the bell around the cat’s neck grates as she rubs her neck against the concrete. And we stopped caring so much about the cleanliness in our house. Which is counterintuitive because we were all home now all of the… Read More ›
Beneath a vernal moon
Just like it always did, the spring came back.
Ten years gone
I had a talk with Lily about the scenario where both mom and dad get sick and someone has to assume control of the house, which would fall to Lily.
No contact pizza
My beard was getting thick enough I could tug on it in a way that both hurt and felt good at the same time.
The nervous system
In less than a week I ate most of a small ham by myself, oftentimes eating it cold by my computer for breakfast with a hard-boiled egg and coffee.
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There was a lot to celebrate still.
Song for April, 2008
It took me way too long to appreciate the nuance in that record, called April and released on April 1, 2008.
Bill Pearse 