dead city
deaf congress
dupont circle
don’t congregate
define centrism
dork channel
defeat civility
determine chances
deconstruct construction
deport capitalism
deep chasm
derivative chaos
defamed call
dog collar
dinosaur culture
diseased cell
drunk civilians
diversified civilization
desperate cheat
dumb clown
dollhouse court
disappearing center
destitute cleverness
downtown crease
dirt count

I actually have an errand to run today that does not involve filing government paperwork. I’m going to get a card, or something, to send to my aunt Waima, whose mother passed away on Sunday. 

Lucy C, Waima’s mother, was someone whom I met as a child but didn’t really have any much interaction with. So while there is a loss there, my feelings are directed more towards my aunt than anywhere else. And then I realize that this person is my cousin’s grandmother. That brings it in a little closer. Speaking with my uncle today I learn that Lucy was two months short of her 90th birthday in April. My own paternal grandmother will turn 90 in nine days, next Thursday. We have a party planned for that following Saturday and while Lucy was bounding around in good  health I hope something as quick & drastic doesn’t happen again before then.

With all the free time in the world, yet without many resources (cash, car) I feel a little helpless to attend any funeral services. They’re happening quickly, this evening and tomorrow. All I have to send are my thoughts and prayers.