where did I go

I don't know. I've been around. Eating things. Walking. Working. Reading. Exchanging wits with Beatrice, who is an avid talker now. About things she likes she says "it's my favorite thing I ever saw" or "it's my favorite thing I ever eaten." She knows a lot of letters and plays with them on the refrigerator, asks for help making words. She also knows a lot of songs and invents a fair amount, too. She likes the Jeopardy theme song. We watch it together, many nights. There are so many things I could tell you about her.

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I wrote a little response to Franzen's op-ed about love and the internet.

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It's been summertime here in Georgia. This house keeps out the heat very nicely. This house and I had a rough start, but we're good together now. I walk around it and think of where things should go, things I save my money to buy. I make some guacamole in the kitchen and admire how it looks in the bowl when I put it on the table. I sit on the front stoop late at night and look at the stars and the silhouette the dogwood tree makes and I feel all sorts of feelings.

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I will try to blog more. I like it in here. It's like a room.