I'm okay!

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She’s making the house nice. But no one really is in a hurry to get home. She is disappointed. She likes being surrounded by people and hates being alone.

I am the opposite. I love my privacy and solitude.

Maybe that’s why she is more loved, more often called upon, and more likely to be missed and remembered when she is gone. I will probably have a smattering of warm bodies at my funeral, lucky if they would even make the effort.

Hers would. I can see them going through mountains and hurricanes just to pay their respects. They would walk if there were no flights.  

My people would probably wait out the drama, if any; light a candle, pour a glass of wine and fondly remember the good and the bad times, wherever the happened to be.

Like I do now.

I would probably have the undertaker and the funeral-home staff, whoever was not busy.

She would have a party. 

I would want one but no one would organize it.

When I build a house, I will make sure it is for myself as much as it is for those coming home—so much so that even if I am alone in it, I am happy to be alone in it.

My daughter asked me yesterday how I was yesterday. I had been thinking about it. I even recorded an “I'm okay" piece on my phone.

I’m making miso soup today.


August 17, 2020


"I am an X in an indeterminate equation. And that X is the rock upon which I stand." - Mario Puzo

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