We have a project.
We, us, are going to do a zumba video.
This zumba video is gonna have ya' know, acts.
You seriously do not want to go to zumba. I mean seriously, but you have to.
You go to zumba. Read a book in the floor of a hall. It's your third class and you recognize faces and slippers and smiling and skipping and don't run.
You go to a ballgame and just try your hand at a photo. Maybe you have it. Maybe you don't.
You think to yourself, Now I need to write.
That would be a totally boring video compared to that other one.
But ah, such is life.
There is poetry in this world. A love letter from England.
A love letter from Sarah.
A love letter from Kay, a love letter from Karen.
People are sending love letters everywhere.
So beautiful, I think.
Today I am grateful again (I keep repeating myself) for writers.
Now I must send that love back or out or whatever I'm supposed to be doing.
Which reminds me, Don't we have a brochure to write?
Yes. we do.
Get on that now.
(though sometimes I think I'll watch a TV show so I can be distracted from a life of so much recent loss in a community)