Do.

If I had some time off this week, I'd drive to Texas and solve the droughts and fires. Every time I get behind the wheel of a car these days, nature has given me storms of some kind or another. Rain so hard like to break the windshield, and one she made up just for me, with snow, sleet, lightening and thunder, and finally a type of rain that won't let you see but will not wet the glass enough to keep the wipers from making that horrible rubber-on-glass wrooop sound.

My grandma died on Monday. Even though I didn't live in Columbus when either of my grandparents died, I happened to be there both times. The first time I went to the east side as soon as I could to console my now-alone grandmother, and the second time I sat outside the theater and then ate cheese at Don Pablo's with my dad, even though I wasn't hungry. It was almost six years ago that I went out to her, and started this deeper relationship - which I've described elsewhere. She was not a happy woman, and never became happy, and I will mourn for that.

The other thing that was stressing my shit out this week was the ultimate deadline of the Saturday wedding that we flew to Vermont to attend, the deadline for the quilt being done. Everybody said, "can you work on the plane?" and I said "maybe, but I definitely want to have it finished before then," and then I not only worked on the plane, I worked, on the morning of the wedding, in the house of the gracious strangers we were staying with. And I could work on it for about another week and then maybe it would be done, or maybe it would never be done and so I'm just glad it's out of my hands, having been given.

Maybe there will be a picture someday.