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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Origami Around

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

Love Begins

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Pep snail mail to Mimi and Tamra
$50 contribution to help Jessie Duke of Pioneers Press go to Yale University's summer publishing program.
Stapleless stapler and Maruman Mnemosyne memo notebook to JT in Australia (LEP giveaway). Cost more to ship than the items themselves did!
Two-dollar bill to PostCrosser who mentioned she collects foreign currency and coins.
$50 to C.M.'s lung cancer charity bike ride
Sitting in the sun, lazily fishing on the West Fork of the Tolovana, nothing but blue overheard, the sound of the water growing louder as my ears adapt to it the way stars appear gradually in the night.
lost in a book of letters by Lew Welch and his friends when I find a letter that confirms my intuitive understanding of one of my favorite poems in the world.
when your daughter posts a picture of the excerpt from a letter you sent her and you know it arrived at just the right time...
LEP stationery giveaway!
$500 to B.
three fountain pens to A.R. -- she's in the doldrums and I want to give them away!
Final totals for mailings during National Poetry Month: 133 poems sent out (30 personally designed and printed broadsides 103 manually typewritten).
On number 80 of 100 (at least) poems I'm sending out via snail mail this month. So far, 30 printed broadsides folded in an origami letterfold and 50 hand-typed. This counts as gratitude as well, because I so love the meditation and concentration of typing the poems and the feeling of giving them out to the world.
Gifted The Great Gatsby to M., who has never read it! And everyone should.
There are moments—so few of them—when the black dog is far away, maybe beyond the curve of the earth, and I can't even be sure I'm hearing it barking or just a habitual echo. And when I can set aside the worry I'm being set up for a cosmic pratfall…I'm beyond grateful for those few ticks of the clock.
Is it OK to be grateful for material things? Because stumbling across this cosmetically imperfect but perfectly functioning, possible future writing workhorse was and is fantastic. This never happens here.
Grateful for R...for a long talk about life, poetry, the brain and the mind...and giving me a new sticker for my laptop, starting a new sedimental layer.