but it goes on.

sometimes i take the camera to work.  grab it on the way out the door thinking maybe something will happen during the day that’s funny or interesting, or whatever.  on friday pulling in, not even late, and there was violet gray waiting at the front door.  i was listening to skeeter davis “end of the world” and feeling sad but cut it off early as courtney was at my window:  


pandas in the afternoon and a story about an uncle finding maggots or some biology in the red licorice.


a heart-rending visit to Central State:


during the winter that final hour is just the worst.  its night black outside and any minutes it feels like getting robbed at gun point.  and diana walks back and forth in her coat and hat grumbling about old betsy.  and courtney dances to lighten the time.