the story
i’m sitting and reading uncle bill’s memories from childhood. yesterday we sat at danielle’s dads and looked through old photo albums. mike and i sat at the café yesterday morning and thought about storytelling.
the story is ongoing. how do i capture the tiniest pieces of it. some parts seem unreal, like something you’d only experience through a movie. the story keeps rolling.
so if the story starts here •
i am currently living at 2111 in Lafayette Indiana with my beautiful best friend of over a decade. she spends her days caring. she cares for her 90 year old grandma, 3 cats, an amazing garden, the house we live in, me, and everything else.
on occasion we get food from a local establishment, but the options around here are a bit limited. we are vegetarian and have been for a very long time. it’s hard to find good local food that is reasonably fresh and prepared with love. that level of care can only be found in a home cooked meal.
morning cappuccinos and dinner are a daily blessing.
tonight we had mashed taters, black bean patties topped with provolone, onions and peppers, a scoop of microgreen arugula, cabbage & kale, and an avocado on the side.
today was a good one
