e mail to mrs johnson

 Greetings mrs just- thanks for the foto - one of my fav things … seeing a pic I never knew existed of me and friends in younger days when … 

Hope you are well as we spin off into our dire demise - but what can you do? It’s frightening/exciting to bear witness to this twisted, prolonged real life sci fi Netflix saga. 


Hope you and yours are well, keeping up, coping and finding some fun now and then. Life here is quiet and status quo kinda … am loving my new place with ever changing sky and birds and clouds, water towers and light abundant out all my windows … makes a big difference, this big surprise turn of event in my home good fortune. 


Am returning to my playwrights group on Monday after a summer rest. Writing about the last time I was with my father - and knew it would be the last time - he was stopping his dialysis after fifteen years. Unsurprisingly, it was anti climatic, wanting, haunting, worth dissecting. I want to get it right. 


copious reading and movie watching most days … it’s a life. I am reading Rabbit at Rest for the third time … it resonates  more now than ever before. Big surprise, huh? Some of his elephantine sentences breathtake … 


Rabbit feels at peace at the moment of the day when the light dims and the weeping cherry glows in the dusk, its florets like small pink bachelor buttons and the whole droop branched womanly forgiving shape of it gathering to itself a neon pallor as the shadows lengthen and deepen; the earth’s revolution a bit more and the scraps of sunlight linger longer under the April sky with jet trails and horsetails, just a few golden rags caught in the shaggy forsythia over toward the neighboring mansion built of thin yellow bricks, and the struggling hemlock , and the tallest of the rhododendrons by the palisade fence you see from the kitchen window. 

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