She lived in the land of et cetera – tending to all the little maddening things that followed the big important stuff.
Sorting someone else’s memories for another person’s vision
she felt jubilant, grateful and relieved:
she was nearing the end of her term as a deacon….she caught herself thanking God, actually….and she wondered to herself (& God, she supposed) whether it was ok to give thanks for the end of church duty
– and never you mind what it might say about her precarious state of grace
Best thing in her email inbox: her teenage daughter sent her a Christmas list. On October 18.
She wasn’t sure if she was more excited about the list – a lingering and happy remnant of her daughter’s childhood – or her daughter’s – possibly genetic but at a minimum, learned – predisposition toward advance planning….
when it is standing up, it reminds her of a snowman, and when it gets tired & lays down, it simply becomes infinity, which is pretty neat for being lazy
and she still consults a magic 8-ball for answers to tricky questions,
and she constantly feels that she’s behind the 8-ball,
and since she was a kid, her favorite joke has been that 7 8 9
– even though in real life she is terrible at math and billiards,
she enjoys all that word play around this one magnificent number.