And so it begins ...
... the 6th summer in the Perry house - the gem I found thats prone to June gem days - we shall see about that as of tomorrow. you can sink you eyes and nose into this air and spread it on a scone. What is ahead? That always stays the question as days unfold and accumulate like old newspapers stacked in a closet. I felt like Jessie earlier today, sharing my play reading fuck up story with Brian. He laughed his head off. Jessie. Even her name, the word, makes me both happy and sad - wanting. Too much to take in and understand this life with so many gone. I think of Patti’s great line “oh to be not anyone gone.” Barbara writes that Denise Hedderman died. She knows I would know/recall her - maybe even more than some because I am G and she is H and thats how it went in Catholic grammar school seating back in the day, every September, like clockwork. She was quiet and pretty.