Friday, August 28, 2015
Saturday, August 22, 2015
There are no pictures of me with Mee-maw. Mother was very cross with me. She said I was being very bad. Because I cried when she wanted me to stand with grandma while the man took our picture. I held her hand. But it was cold and did not feel right she was sleeping but not sleeping. She was standing like she would in the kitchen. Sometimes I would sneak out of bed at night for ice cream and I would see her in the kitchen staring out the window over the sink. Quiet. Looking out into the darkness of her yard. Just like back then I did not want to wake her, I did not want to find to find me awake and out of bed. Her eyes open but not seeing. Her hand open but not wanting. She is still staring out her window but she can see what she was looking for finally because her eyes don't move.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
I kept writing.
I kept sending them out.
I forgot where I sent most of them. Sorry. If you see an entry and want to comment that you received that postcard that would be awesome.
I even started running out of addresses that I brought with me (since they were all written on mailing labels) so I joined a website called post-crossing where people trade postcards from all over the world. Which I think corresponds more with more of what I want to do with this blog adventure. Effect people to take part in a dying art. But, if you want a postcard...you could always send me one.