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.
How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
It is a small but very precious part of me hanging in our front window.
Lily, born today and growing up in that little house in West Seattle behind the Sub Shop #9 and the corner bar we never once visited, Chuck and Sally’s.
It’s a game where there is no winning, only the joy in the odd and unexplained.
Maybe the art was in the refashioning of otherwise useless things.
That was the first time I realized that just because you put something in print doesn’t make it any better than it was from the start.