http://youtu.be/F_tD9BuA1ic

OK, these are on the “to reserve” list, but I hope to start reading them soon!

ttfn,

wm

Here’s another point of view.

Peace.

— wm

…after reading the first page of his daughter Tatum’s second memoir:

“Tatum has this new book, I thought it was very interesting. It started (with) a powerful opening, but dark and sad. I hope it gets a little lighter! I pray. Poor Tatum. Her life seems so disjointed. And lost. I hope it has nothing to do with me. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”

Team Tatum! (i love Tatum.)

happy Sunday.

wm

Yesterday my son and I were driving home down busy Allen Boulevard in busy, busy Beaverton. I heard a loud crack a second after I saw a blur whoosh from the corner of my eye. It was a senior citizen, down on the sidewalk. As I’m thinking, stroke? heart attack? a bad spot in the concrete that made her trip? i hope she’s okay I hope she’s okay… we pulled the car around and drove back. Of course I was thinking about my grandma, who fell at the store and broke her hip. And decided, while in rehab, that that was it for her. Even though the hip was healing, even though her heart condition was under control, even though her diabetes responded so well to diet. No, no, no, she said. That was it, she was done.

So she stopped eating and we lost her.

Sometimes life is sweet and sometimes life is bitter and sometimes life is just scary.

My son was worried. I told him other people had probably stopped, too, but we had to make sure she didn’t need us to wait with her. That all we could do was call 911, if needed, and wait with her. Was thinking of Miss Zoot and what a sweetie she is.

A lot can go through your head in the one minute it takes you to turn the car around.

By the time we got to her, five other people had stopped.

Five.

Shoot. And they say people don’t give a shit, nowadays.

As we drove off, I saw the truck from Tualatin Valley Fire & Rescue speeding down the street. I’m sure the EMTs are good looking and hunky wherever you live, too, but TVF&R? The girls and guys are exceptionally telegenic.

I don’t know how this story ends, but I hope the lady is okay. I hope that she has hope. And I hope she didn’t go into extra-shock, knowing that so many people cared enough to stop.

Scenes from a summer evening stroll about the neighborhood.

“I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.” — Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890)

Big smiles…