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  • April 14, 2024, 2:15 a.m.
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I have stuff to do today.
I want to go to town and buy groceries while my pants are clean.
I want to plant a couple daylilies and my big investment rose bushes after I come home.
I called people for next week’s writers group. I got all answering machines or I guess the term is voice mail except for one person who was pretty vague about coming or not. He said he’s tell his wife.
I looked up the corporal and spiritual works of mercy and left them in a note on Gypsy’s diary.
I thought about them because I went to hear a man speak who had spend a week on the Arizona/Mexico border observing and trying to help migrants.
Let that sink in.
I’ve been helping feed a lively still healthy black calf named Floyd. He was a twin and his sibling is still with their mother. He has a nipple pail- which is what my dad used to feed calves. He has a companion who still has a mother and who gets supplements from a bottle. He has a white face and his name is Pink. Pink might be a girl. Funny how sex identification matters and doesn’t matter. A lot of the time the entities we deal with could be either male or female and it doesn’t matter. Promouns, you know.
I found a fantastic early Faulkner novel called Mosquitoes that is read to me on YouTube. I’d love to tell you about it but I lack the time and focus.
I picked some bright yellow daffodils with orange centers and they are on the table.
I tried to call my daughterinlaw last night but only got voice mail. I left her a message that was a lot like this entry.
I have to go now.
But first.

Corporal:
To feed the hungry
To give drink to the thirsty
To ransom the captive
To bury the dead,
To shelter the stranger
To comfort the sick
To clothe the naked
Spiritual:
To instruct the ignorant
To counsel the doubtful
To admonish sinners
To bear wrongs patiently
To forgive offences willingly
To comfort the afflicted
To pray for the living and the dead.

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Note the reflection of the road in the Buick’s hood.


Last updated April 14, 2024


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