Commonplinks

Notes MRM. We’re in this liminal space between the date Margot Rose was born – July 23rd – and the date she died – August 13th. July 23rd we arrived at the lake. Carissa brought mini cupcakes and we had cupcakes and sang happy birthday on the dock at sunset. I said, “Are we going to sing?” Carissa said, “I don’t really want to,” but then led the singing. Grief is so multivariate, but it is almost always awkward. I missed July’s IndieWeb Carnival. Despite having an idea and a to-do from approx July 1. It was a month. August looks to be no better. I managed to make it to church this morning. The old testament reading was from Isaiah 55. 8th-century BC Israelite prophets speaking to 21st century late-capitalism. Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy? Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in rich food. Our priest referenced Babette’s Feast in her sermon. During the service, as I struggled to…