at the shop

listening to Gotye’s Your Heart’s a Mess, having delivered biscotti to the gents at Gord-Ron.  I was condoled with at having to clean up the sex trade worker mess left on our doorstep / bleaugh.

 

Peggy’s mum has passed away.  She’s the eldest, so now she gets to sit with the full glare of her own mortality.  I had been saving a very beautiful but somehow sad card… autumn leaves silvered with frost.  Somehow apropos.

Something horrible regarding my church work has been righteously ducked, and I am so relieved I am practically weeping with relief.  I feel really stupid though.  None of us are walking alone even if we think we are.

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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