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2018-05-15 - 8:48 a.m.
what are we for, if not for this?
the reticulated irises flickered in and out of bloom like the flames on a gas range. in the side yard, the bleeding heart muscled its way out of the ground and delicately unfurled. a bad storm blew in, and the petals on the baby's tulips scattered like thrown confetti. the clouds were high and silent and terrifying.
* * *
yesterday, i found out my cat has cancer, and tomorrow, i will say goodbye. his infinite steadfast sweetness has been an anchor to the world for many years.vale, the mighty minou. oh, my best good boy. oh, my heart.
* * *
reading: the peer-reviewed literature on cat cancer, of course.
listening to: taiko drumming, because the baby fell in love with it at the cherry blossom festival last month.
working on: i weeded the garden. i swept the floors. i washed the cat's sickbed over and over and over.
in the garden: the last tulips are done, and the first irises are yet to bloom. it's an in-between time. time to catch your breath and pause for a while.
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