Knit in the setting sun today. The temperature was much more tolerable. Caught the bus home at 9:56 pm. I don’t feel like explaining my project to strangers anymore. All I can say is that I need to do it, the rest of my explanations feel made up. Is this a cop out on my part?
G. and Reggie visited with me for a while. G. said that her sick friend had drunk a cup of poison in an assisted suicide and died, surrounded by her mercy killer volunteers, an Episcopalian priest and her friends. It made me sad. In fact, I have been thinking a lot lately about life as a cup. My little brother said that America wants a steady diet of happy, but this leads to a superficial life that does not satisfy. Let this cup pass from me, but not what I will but what you will. Sometimes, I am asked to drink suffering, and sometimes joy. I want to drink life down to the dregs. And I want a soul big enough to hold God.
Knit in the sun so hot it had me begging at a neighbor’s door for a glass of water. Walked home through Boulevard Park where I met up with my brother Miles and his boy Jethro in the jogger. We walked home together orbited by clouds of mosquitos. I slapped one with my hand–it burst, leaving a circle of blood on my palm like a stigmata.
No knit today because we left early for a wedding in Yakima…
R. told me he’s glad to not be in Michigan on July 4 where people fire guns into the air. “True story, I kid you not,” he said. “A friend of mine was in the bathroom when a bullet came down through the roof and hit his toe.” I hadn’t considered what happens to a bullet after it goes up into the sky. Hot and sunny at the start of the knit, but cool and cloudy by the end. A cleaning lady got out of her car with a broom in hand, and stared at me. Two young athletes did bicycle crunches on their backs by the bench. C. and D. came by with a candy crunch pie–I was hoping it was for me, but C. made it for Betsy who lost part of her jaw in a battle with cancer. Her best friend of 50 years is visiting her again. (I saw them out walking last year.)
Betty Ninja’s ears slanted backwards when I called her name. She’s C.’s black dog. My friend ML sat with me and visited for the first part of the knit.
I finally got to ask Sunglasses her real name. And she also told me that she teaches conflict resolution classes. She had 7 major dental procedures in one year, so she’s taking it easy and walking her dog a lot.