Well these are supposed to be my words. No stealing.

So when I say the Chali 2na line “Instant Vintage” it’s with some trepidation and thief-E burden.

But then I wipe it right off my shoulders and realize we’re all always using and either sinking or growing off each other’s words. 

Yeah, instant vintage–> that’s what I want to be. Thanks Chali. Bring the weight, I’m not going to sink.

I pushed an emergency easy% funny  button just now and it said back in a strong made voice

“You create your own reality.”

With a real emphasis on the You first part.

Well battery powered button, I should hope so.

I listen to music while I work.

Everything’s not perfect.

We are blessed.

We’ve been places. All of us have.

I wanted to edit what I said the other day in this place–>

It wasn’t that I made “peace with him” exactly.  That’s not quite right. Peace already there.  After all he had a hard head, but so can I. Beneath the layer though I believe for both of us you’d find a soft heart.  I didn’t the other day  and often don’t use the right words. What I really meant to say was “credit where it is due.” Credit.

It’s weird and kind of cruel and kind of cool with it.

These ladies of mine.

For a bald guy it’s amazing how much hair is in my life.  

Aiming the same way, but looking slightly different directions. 

I’m always feeling like 5 minutes late but am usually early.

It’s been a bit, so impossible to capture it all but you should know we’re getting over Flag/State mode and moved into Track/Field mode. Hoop dreams coming. Daughter in the orchestra and our Head and the Heart was with symphony. Time changes and scratch brownies. Sip and Singo. Ruckus. Majestic clouds and stars that shoot have looked down on us this past stretch. Stretch also withstood driving and square pyramid lessons. WNBA CBA! Good-night—–> the Seahawks won a Superbowl since I last tracked. We have Lego flowers now, rosemary muffins still. Self driving-ride, and questions about that ride. A Summit not climbed but traveled to. Bikes dusted off. We crashed the Moth and the Glow Dance. Rony Seikaly. Earbuds key. We critique survivors and the wind critiques us. Nosotras escuchamos musica. Alysa Liu, Shiffrin, Lollobrigida and King Klaebo. Newspaper articles and homemade posters. And I know I should use some paragraph breaks or bullet points but our stories can get paused, blended and built up and up ’til sprayed out straight all at once. Like Mad Max and Will the Wise we are up and sometimes upside down. We keep just trying to be heroes in our world(s). Life Force Ninja, chemistry, violin tuning lessons and starting to garden. Sickness and blisters. Bantum chicken, Massaman curry. Flood. I’m sure I missed some thing(s) in this super-paragraph. I track what/when I can.