Revolution

I’m not here today to foment insurrection (maybe tomorrow), but this the time to mark another orbital round. A loop that is round, but not back to the original start. More spiral. My sister’s card came timed exactly right offering wishes of mailing Baltimore steamed crabs. And I missed the call with my little big sister (will catch you tomorrow). A perfect evening was ramen and sushi at Mitsu cafe in Moose Jaw with my darling Cori. Laughs and coffee and plans for camping and tree planting and just reveling in our portable universe. And then we got a surprise call, singing and talks of a summer visit from the Laramie cousins. Also gifted today was a shot of cortisone in each wrist courtesy of Dr Hand and waiting now for Pain to take a vacation. What more does a person need? I’d been pondering some kind of spreadsheet with a place to enter mine and my Dad’s birthdays so I could calculate for say for my age now how old was I when Dad was my current age, etc. I guess I should just vibe…