Tuesday, September 6, 2016

September 5, 2016

Facebook post from Y. I remember saying, in the midst of my infatuation, “someday we won’t remember who each other was.” Almost true already. Took the spade to some overgrown parts of the new garden. I was going to wait until autumn and the space could actually be planted, but it looked too unruly. I watched the ground for signs of yellowjackets the whole time.
I think my aversion to choir camp is specifically to Lake Logan. I woke in terror, thinking I was in the room at Lake Logan. It took me a full minute to settle down and realize I was home. This is irrational. I can think of no bad experience there. Maybe the invisible world is warning me to expect one.

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