March 26, 2009

We always note this as the day of mother’s death. Too many anniversaries to remember now.

House still in turmoil. In order more easily to bash holes in the walls, Steve the Plumber empties out the closets and piles everything on the bedroom floor. He acknowledges his destruction, fixes it without comment. It must be frustrating. B, missing his check, wants to come and clean around the mess.

Dead-stopped by howling on all sides.