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Edited on Monday morning March 30, 2015


I'm going to put the thread through the eye of this needle and sew the seams together until the story is written.

 The new tat. The word worthy was the first thought and then my tree bliss .. like most tats this one has a story.  Worthy is what all of work with Dalton is about. I went to her because of a broken heart and stayed to work on changing how I think of myself. I'd rather walk in the woods and trees make me happy. As a child and young adult I would run into the woods, feeling safe and protected by the dense woods that surrounded me and embraced me. My first woods was on the farm, on the other side of the pasture was woods and the 18 mile creek. I had a tarzan rope on the tree overhanging the creek and spent hundreds of hours simple swinging from one side of the creek to the other and back. Mostly by myself. I was no more than 7 and I knew every inch of those woods. My next woods were from the back of the new house on Oakridge, to Burkwart's farm on McKinley. The two woods were actually all the same one that ran behind the farms and houses on Clark all the way to Bayview. When traveling I first notice the presence of trees in my new surroundings.So i combined the two and the result is the new tat. Afterwards Emery pointed out the resemblance to the michfest tree...and I can see that now...but was not my intention.

just home from bflo. went home for dyke march gathering at Robbie's. we had a blast. I had a very nice vacation...got my haircut by Michael, visited paradise wines, public coffee space at hotel Lafayette, west side market, positively main street where i bought an orange scarf for me and range socks for Kate. Spent a lil time with Garland and Nancy, Ro, Rika and Hilda, and Kate and met Jane. Not enough time with Terence. I spent most of my time with Kate and we had a really great time with each other.
I stayed at Kate's on Friday night, and this is what she left for me as a Sat morning greeting.
Very thoughtful. Sunday we went to services at Bflo UU. Kate wanted to reclaim the space and leave some of her grief and hurt there.I gots lots of hugs and loving while home and it felt wonderful.

And the gathering was a smashing success. Back in Ann Arbor now and back to my routines, and good eating and exercising. Back on the good foot.
Starting back on my various already started projects throughout the house...another version of organizing the sock drawer but on a bigger scale. This time I am tackling reorganization of all CDs. three decades of journals, saved personal notes and letters, so basically shrink the memory box down to a sustainable size. I need to finish the furniture reorg and clean my car out.Then I will feel better. It's like a ritual for me this reorganization of the "stuff" But this time I hope it is to support my writing my story, rewriting it, and writing it again until I feel right about the words.