There is no rain. Some of the plants dug up from our neighbor’s yard on Sunday are still in the garden shed. We planted a few that day, then the rain came & we saved the last for later. I asked Larry to move them to the patio so we would see them & not forget them. They may already be too far gone. I should’ve moved them myself. This is really about worrying about who goes first. It is a much more present reality than it was 32 years ago when we first got together & had plenty of time. Now we develop a Covid strategy. I pay close attention to every Larry’s every task. Could I do it if he wasn’t here? I think I’d find a way with most chores. It’s the money management, bill paying details I lack. Once we made an agreement I would take over. That didn’t last long. In fact it never began. I don’t know if it was because he wouldn’t let go, or I never truly embraced the task. I am stuck between thinking I should do something now and not worry or wait & figure it out if he goes first.

Twenty twenty five

ninety five degrees, Larry

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