17 May 2008

on my desk in an antique medicine bottle next to john

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...is the last of my Angel Face roses from this blooming. The fragrance makes you dreamy. The juxtaposition makes me wish I had a camera. And today is not too hot to appreciate this to the max. My neighbor goes batty for these that start out lavendar and fade to lilac as they open, so he made sure to keep it watered for me while I was off in doctor land. He's almost the perfect man, but 82 and heavily married.

This is the portrait of John that watches over me every day. It's a little over two feet by three feet, framed, and probably my most prized possession. I gaze at him while I'm thinking, or listening to music, or crying. Whenever anything online hurts me, my eyes immediately shift to John. I'm sure he'd agree this is happening too much lately....

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