The Little Words Mean the Most

Nonstop, BOS to YVR, going and coming

 

@ Harvey McKinnon's office in Vancouver

 

Harvey and his values

Harvey and Sean Triner take a stand against soliciting

 

 

I had to ask my Fitbit

 

 

a personal question tonight

my notebooks, year 61

 

Because we return from France with locally-sourced olive oil from 3 varieties

 

and Jen and Mike use those various French varietal olive oils in their personal cooking, sometimes I'm given treats at Gut Bustas BBQ: today a small treasure container of "candy": the burnt ends of the brisket; crunchy, sweet, smoky, deep, complex. The kind of sublime now it's here now it's gone snack only demonic/angelic cooks (not factories) create....

my teeth hit a message

spit it out as one does

 

The Nativity Wise Men overstay their welcome

 

"I know, Joseph. I like them, too. We owe them. Clearly."

Joseph says nothing.

He's not resigned. More: 'Are we there yet?' There's been a lot of this since THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED.

Mary pops. "It's his fifth birthday. They're still here."

"Fifth," Joseph corrects her softly but firmly; she can't miss it.

"What?" Her eyes swing toward him, like twin arrowheads. The head scarf just emphasizes her stare.

"You didn't capitalize Fifth when you said it," Joseph explains. He likes his pedagogy when he can get away with it. Otherwise, a wonderful man!

"We're not literate, moron." Mary says something else sharp under her breath. "We don't capitalize. Besides, love-of-my-ordained-life, you capitalize His, not fifth."

 

tune in sometime in the next millennia when we invent radio drama

 

 

Simone leaves for St. Mary's, Winona, to teach; an annual professional pilgrimage she has made...wait, there's something on the roof

 

SIGNAGE: for our annual celebration of the friendships one doth make in life, thankfully

 

so we label a few things to get people in the mood to talk (Jan & Bob gave us that fig so we'd have something to baby; that stepping stone really is 150 million years old at least and spurted from beneath the earth's crust ... into my arms!; the chalks were purchased in a small town in France)

 

 

@ the moment

 

The Bug

 

 

 

I killed it

 "Can I have that cone in remorse?"