i forgot the power was turned off today. i read "he  felt the power leave him" just after i loaded the washer. the power is back. this is the same apple as yesterday. it's another day, mr. eats his yesterday apple today, glad, ok. 
well i went to the studio apt. and got my bills and solicitations, watered my surviving plants. my little jade is hanging on, and my epiphyte, which once bloomed in neglect. sadly the succulent that sent out offspring has apparently died.
finished the school of life book and got back to one long river of song. at page 59 i had a little epiphany, ha, like epiphyte!, and felt a wave and thought how sometimes there's a point in a book when the voice speaks as though it comes like a surprise from inside:

   this is what i know: that the small is huge, that the tiny is vast, that pain is part and parcel of the gift of joy, and that this is love, and then there is everything else. you either walk toward love or away from it with every breath you draw. humility is the road to love. humility, maybe, is love. that could be.  

now the wash cycle is done i hear from the silent kitchen so i can transfer the load to tumble dry and shuffle on back to mr.

brian doyle
one long river of song