March 11, 2026
The pear tree that died three years ago slipped out of the ground easy as pulling a knife from butter, as I hoped it would all this while. Planted hart’s-tongue, pulled weed vines, watered.
Had a panic attack when I realized I’d booked no hotels in Europe. A phone call assured me that Viking does all of that. Feeling, therefore, very old and very rich.
Watched the much-reviled Melania. Unlucky triviality in a time when the expense of trivialities cannot be borne.
Grudging submissions to various outlets and contests.
Perfect weather.
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