oktober...

And so it goes. Helen and I were in a car accident during my visit. I am sitting on my couch wearing the scary cat pjs that she gave me as a memento. She also gave matching stationery. Sweet. The PTSD discussions: priceless, you know. I don’t want to write very much because it only ever seems to downplay or “poopoo” or make a joke of the sincerity. So I won’t continue. Those who know and care do just that. October full of thought, pregnant with anticipation of? Recovery? Can’t even say that- too? I’m asking future questions of you and you are making your house in the past. Someone I know has a new house of the future. She makes it up with someone else and they push it over hills to find the right spot. But they never do, it always finds them first. You’ll see that. I tried to tell her but she laughed because its ok. Its fine to not talk and not see when you live in your own house that can move over hills and circle out onto the water. If you let yours do it’s rounds, you would see that. you’ll see that.