Letting Go of the Books

It has taken a week, but I moved 50 boxes of books from storage back to the house and put them in piles by subject.  In order to be freer from materialism, you have to free yourself of material (duh).

Act Three

Because her mother has moved to the area, that baby (my Brother’s Granddaughter) from a previous post (here/) visited my home last weekend.  She’s nine months old already, and she says “BAP-fff!” with specific emphasis.

The legends about the members of my tribe have something in common.  If you look at the life stories of those in my extended family as if they were plays, there’s a similar arc of development.  We all have chaotic first acts.

The Grid

In the past five weeks I’ve helped assist five people in their conversion from one form of energy into another.  All of them were dear to me, and each was unique and interesting.  Because I did not meet them until they entered dementia care in the last chapter of their lives, I knew them in simplified form compared to their former selves.