Here's Olive with Trudy's maple pastry board looking at me as I write in the kitchen nook and I forgot what else I was going to say, which happens often and I'm softening toward the lapses and feeling it's ok to forget, perhaps it's a way of taking a breath and letting go of one thing for another that may be arising, or simply the mind pausing to look into the eyes of the household buddha, Olive Palestine. Oh yes, I wanted yesterday to say hi to Karen and Sarah who are left but still in mind.