Finally today it's raining. Unfortunately, unless it really starts to pour it will be just enough to cancel the bike ride but not nearly as much as the parched land needs.
I'm spending, or perhaps wasting, the day by taking all the family photo albums out of the dusty corners they have been in since I moved here. I haven't looked at them since just after Jim died when I went through them choosing photos to put in the CD that played during his funeral. Looking back at life. I don't think it's quite what Socrates meant by, "The unexamined life is not worth living," but it is making me think about moments that at the time I just lived. And it does give a sense of intention and continuity to experiences that sometimes seemed to flow by one after the other as I tried with more or less success to keep my head above water.
The card I made for Couch on one of his many birthdays. Of course I leaned heavily on Carl Sandburg’s poem “Chicago.”
The card Blake made for Jay for his going away party before he left for a year in Mexico in 1995.
Jay and May leaving for the Philippines
The gang in downtown Seoul the first year I visited them
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