i went to see about comet's sling contraption. he was so patient while we got flustered. we got it hooked up and made it downstairs but it was hard and i can't imagine doing it every day let alone six times a day. we thought of a winch off the back porch but had scary visions. maybe he can go back to vista and the elevator before and after surgery. 

feeling fragility and chaos. body and world. i went to get books: pessoa (oh my dog—937 pages), bolt from the blue 264 pages easy-peasy, the voice of sheila chandra, homes—poems, a breeze. but i still got 460 pages of shirley jackson. 

after the library a dip in the blue water, saw some kids i knew who grew aloof. just before, and a car flew off the drive up on the rocks and the air a haze of weed and the driver says it seemed to me ain't no little boys out here today. like me? i think. big boy got towed away. 

things happen even if we take care, but we don't hafta like nafta add to the chaos. in the collapse we need to take more care.